Twas The Nightmare Before Christmas...
when all through the Crypt
Not a creature was stirring,
not even the fiends;
The fish net stockings were hung by the chimney with out care,
In hopes that Jack Skellington soon would be there;
The warlocks were nestled all splayed out in their beds,
While visions of plump babies danced in their heads;
And Scarlett in her leathers, and Cancer in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Daire sprang from the coffin to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Darkadmin flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to Daermon’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a skeleton sleigh, and eight devishly sexy reindeer,
With a sexy driver, so lively and quick,
Taymos knew in a moment it must be that prick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, KHAYMAN! now, STARLITE! now, JANETTE and NARAK!On, ALASSIEL! on NICNIVIAN! on, MELODY and REQUIEM!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of sex toys, and Jack Skellington too
And then, in a twinkling, Dayryn heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each stiletto hoof.
As Jason drew in his hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Jack came with a bound.
He was dressed all in leathers, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all torn with white powder and soot;
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pusher totally high on crack.
His eyes -- how they flickered! his expression so randy!
His nipples were both perked, his eyes on Pandy!
His droll pert lips was drawn up like a pucker,
And the whickers on chin ready to tickle your sucker;
The stump of a splif he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a tight taunt belly,
That turn all the chicks to totally jelly.
He was packed down below, the entire size of an Elf,
And Quin smirked when he saw it, in spite of himself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Whitesoul to know he had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the fish nets; with a quick flick and a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And snorting up a row, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But DarkReaper heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL AN EVIL-NIGHT!"
