The shriek of a fair flying bat.
A magnificent figure cloaked in darkness,
The cheery, ghostly dog and yowl of some far distant cat.
A glowing skeleton silhouetted against the pale moon.
In the land with quite a ghostly chill.
Where pumpkins always beam in the dead of night, Witches hoot and cackle, Monsters roar in the shadows….
And where the king of Halloween himself stands, mourning his lament into the night sky,
Alone, and upon a hill.
What made me fall in love with Jack?
Perhaps his empty, ghostly eyes.
Or perhaps the fact he laments the same old same old,
And he lonelily releases hollow sighs.
The elegant marauder, the prince of the dark,
Stalker of the graveyards on a midnight unclear,
The one who makes the sound of rattling bones when you're alone in the park…
Yet is misunderstood in his stream of fear.
Ah, alas Jack, you fell upon a magical land,
The land of holiday cheer,
So you decided, in a state magnificent and grand,
To take it upon yourself to do Christmas this year.
Oh, my Jack, we all know what happened.
What was said and did,
We all know the hanting festive tale,
And on Oogie Boogie's fatal bid.
And then you realized you truly loved the ragdoll Sally.
And she truly loved you too.
You chose well, Jack, and I'm really very glad.
You and Sally are probably filled with content and love.
But I will write you this, with a feeling of bittersweet sad,
While you two are sitting
And in your happy, romantic, radiant glow,
There's someone who loves you very much HERE, you know.