The Nightmare Before Christmas
A Poem by Tim Burton
It was late one fall in Halloweenland, and the air had quite a chill. Against the moon a skeleton sat, alone upon a hill. He was tall and thin with a bat bowtie; Jack Skellington was his name. He was tired and bored in Halloweenland “I’m sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright I’m tired of being something that goes bump in the night. I’m bored with the leering my horrible glances, And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances. I don’t like graveyards, and I need something new. There must be more to life than just yelling ‘boo!’” Then out of the grave, with a curl and a twist, came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist. It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark, and a jack-o-lantern nose that glowed in the dark. It was Jack’s dog zero, the best friend he had. But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad. All that night and through the next day, Jack wandered and walked. He was filled with dismay. Then deep in the forest just before night, Jack came upon an amazing sight. Not twenty feet from the spot that he stood, were three massive doorways carved in wood. He stood before them, completely in awe. His gaze transfixed by one special door. Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry, Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry. Jack didn’t know it, but he’d fallen down in the middle of a place called Christmas town! Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted. He had finally found that feeling he wanted. And so that his friends wouldn’t think him a liar, he took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire. He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves and a picture of Santa with all of his elves. He took lights and ornaments and a star from the tree, and from the Christmastown sign, he took the big letter C. He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed. He even picked up a handful of snow. He grabbed it all, and without being seen, he took it all back to Halloween. Back in Halloween, a group of Jack’s peers stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenirs. For this wondrous vision none were prepared. Most were excited, though a few were quite scared! For the next few days, while it lighteninged and thundered, Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered. “Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer while we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear? Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer! Why does he get to do it year after year?” Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought. Then he got an idea. “yes.. Yes.. Why not!” In Christmas town, Santa was making some toys when through the din, he heard a soft noise. He answered the door, and to his surprise, he saw weird little creatures in strange disguise. They were altogether ugly and rather petite. As they opened their sacks, they yelled “TRICK OR TREAT!” Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack and taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack. In Halloween everyone gathered once more, for they’d never seen a Santa before. And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man, Jack related to Santa his masterful plan. “My dear Mr. Claus, I think it’s a crime That you’ve got to be Santa all of the time! But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer. We’re changing places. I’m Santa this year. It is I who will say Merry christmas to you! So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell ‘Boo!’ And please, Mr. Claus, don’t think ill of my plan. For I’ll do the best Santa job that I can!” And though Jack and his friends thought they’d do a good job, Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre. They were packed up and ready on Christmas eve day when Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh, but on Christmas eve as they were about to begin, a Halloween fog slowly rolled in. Jack said, “We can’t leave; this fog’s just too thick. There will be no Christmas, and I can’t be St. Nick.” Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog. What could it be?.... It was Zero, Jack’s dog! Jack said, “Zero with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?” And to be so needed was Zero’s great dream, so he joyously flew to the head of the team. And as the skeleton sleigh started it’s ghostly flight, Jack cackled “Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!” ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse. The stockings all hung by the chimney with care, when opened that morning would be quite a scare! The children, all nestled quite snug in their beds, would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads! The moon that hung over the new fallen snow cast an eerie pall over the city below, and Santa Claus’ laughter now sounded like groans, and the jingling bells like chattering bones. And what to their wondrous eyes should appear, but a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer. And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick they knew in a moment, this can’t be St. Nick! From house to house, with a true sense of joy, Jack happily issued each present and toy. From rooftop to rooftop, he jumped and he skipped, leaving presents that seemed to be straight from the crypt! Unaware that the world was in panic and fear, Jack merrily spread his own brand of Christmas cheer. He visited the house of Susie and Dave; they got Gumby and Pokey from the grave. Then onto the home of little Jane Neeman; she got a doll possessed by a demon. A monstrous train with tentacle tracks, a ghoulish puppet wielding an axe, a man eating plant disguised as a wreath, and a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth. There were screams of terror, but Jack didn’t hear it. He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit! Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights, and saw the commotion, the noise, and the lights. “Why, they’re celebrating! It looks like such fun! They’re thanking me for the good job that I’ve done!” But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill, were bullets and missiles intended to kill. Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire, Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher. And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle, until they were hit by a well-guided missile. And as they fell on the cemetary, way out of sight, was heard “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross, and from there he reviewed the incredible loss. “I thought I could be Santa! I had such belief.” Jack was confused and filled with great grief. Not knowing where to turn, he looked to the sky, then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry. And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground, They suddenly heard a familiar sound. “My Dear Jack,” said Santa,”I applaud your intent. I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant. And you are sad and feeling quite blue, but taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do. I hope you realize Halloween’s the right place for you. There’s a lot more, Jack, that I’d like to say, but now I must hurry, for it’s almost Christmas day!” Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with the wink of an eye, He said “Merry Christmas!” and then bid them goodbye. Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream, Santa brought Christmas to the town of Halloween.
A Poem by Tim Burton
It was late one fall in Halloweenland, and the air had quite a chill. Against the moon a skeleton sat, alone upon a hill. He was tall and thin with a bat bowtie; Jack Skellington was his name. He was tired and bored in Halloweenland “I’m sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright I’m tired of being something that goes bump in the night. I’m bored with the leering my horrible glances, And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances. I don’t like graveyards, and I need something new. There must be more to life than just yelling ‘boo!’” Then out of the grave, with a curl and a twist, came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist. It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark, and a jack-o-lantern nose that glowed in the dark. It was Jack’s dog zero, the best friend he had. But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad. All that night and through the next day, Jack wandered and walked. He was filled with dismay. Then deep in the forest just before night, Jack came upon an amazing sight. Not twenty feet from the spot that he stood, were three massive doorways carved in wood. He stood before them, completely in awe. His gaze transfixed by one special door. Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry, Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry. Jack didn’t know it, but he’d fallen down in the middle of a place called Christmas town! Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted. He had finally found that feeling he wanted. And so that his friends wouldn’t think him a liar, he took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire. He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves and a picture of Santa with all of his elves. He took lights and ornaments and a star from the tree, and from the Christmastown sign, he took the big letter C. He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed. He even picked up a handful of snow. He grabbed it all, and without being seen, he took it all back to Halloween. Back in Halloween, a group of Jack’s peers stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenirs. For this wondrous vision none were prepared. Most were excited, though a few were quite scared! For the next few days, while it lighteninged and thundered, Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered. “Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer while we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear? Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer! Why does he get to do it year after year?” Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought. Then he got an idea. “yes.. Yes.. Why not!” In Christmas town, Santa was making some toys when through the din, he heard a soft noise. He answered the door, and to his surprise, he saw weird little creatures in strange disguise. They were altogether ugly and rather petite. As they opened their sacks, they yelled “TRICK OR TREAT!” Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack and taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack. In Halloween everyone gathered once more, for they’d never seen a Santa before. And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man, Jack related to Santa his masterful plan. “My dear Mr. Claus, I think it’s a crime That you’ve got to be Santa all of the time! But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer. We’re changing places. I’m Santa this year. It is I who will say Merry christmas to you! So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell ‘Boo!’ And please, Mr. Claus, don’t think ill of my plan. For I’ll do the best Santa job that I can!” And though Jack and his friends thought they’d do a good job, Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre. They were packed up and ready on Christmas eve day when Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh, but on Christmas eve as they were about to begin, a Halloween fog slowly rolled in. Jack said, “We can’t leave; this fog’s just too thick. There will be no Christmas, and I can’t be St. Nick.” Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog. What could it be?.... It was Zero, Jack’s dog! Jack said, “Zero with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?” And to be so needed was Zero’s great dream, so he joyously flew to the head of the team. And as the skeleton sleigh started it’s ghostly flight, Jack cackled “Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!” ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse. The stockings all hung by the chimney with care, when opened that morning would be quite a scare! The children, all nestled quite snug in their beds, would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads! The moon that hung over the new fallen snow cast an eerie pall over the city below, and Santa Claus’ laughter now sounded like groans, and the jingling bells like chattering bones. And what to their wondrous eyes should appear, but a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer. And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick they knew in a moment, this can’t be St. Nick! From house to house, with a true sense of joy, Jack happily issued each present and toy. From rooftop to rooftop, he jumped and he skipped, leaving presents that seemed to be straight from the crypt! Unaware that the world was in panic and fear, Jack merrily spread his own brand of Christmas cheer. He visited the house of Susie and Dave; they got Gumby and Pokey from the grave. Then onto the home of little Jane Neeman; she got a doll possessed by a demon. A monstrous train with tentacle tracks, a ghoulish puppet wielding an axe, a man eating plant disguised as a wreath, and a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth. There were screams of terror, but Jack didn’t hear it. He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit! Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights, and saw the commotion, the noise, and the lights. “Why, they’re celebrating! It looks like such fun! They’re thanking me for the good job that I’ve done!” But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill, were bullets and missiles intended to kill. Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire, Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher. And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle, until they were hit by a well-guided missile. And as they fell on the cemetary, way out of sight, was heard “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross, and from there he reviewed the incredible loss. “I thought I could be Santa! I had such belief.” Jack was confused and filled with great grief. Not knowing where to turn, he looked to the sky, then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry. And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground, They suddenly heard a familiar sound. “My Dear Jack,” said Santa,”I applaud your intent. I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant. And you are sad and feeling quite blue, but taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do. I hope you realize Halloween’s the right place for you. There’s a lot more, Jack, that I’d like to say, but now I must hurry, for it’s almost Christmas day!” Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with the wink of an eye, He said “Merry Christmas!” and then bid them goodbye. Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream, Santa brought Christmas to the town of Halloween.
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Write a paragraph in your composition notebook on the following topic: Do you think storytelling is a form of education? Why or why not?
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Assignment for Monday-Wednesday:
* Create a Fables Painting using- animal/s and a story you must also pre record or share live in the zoom class your story for Wednesday. I used glitter, watercolors, paintbrushes, sharpie marker and wrote a short story! You don't have to draw perfect as you can SEE my painting is a bit wacky!!! That's the point, stories and paintings are meant to be creative!!!! 
For Thursday: Students will take a color personality test 2 times. The first time is for you!!! Yay!!! See what color are you?!?!? The 2nd time it is for your chosen character from our fable in the textbook: Just follow the arrow and click on the link
https://www.americandancetrainingcamp.com/blog/parent-info/true-colors-personality-test/ Record Your Fables Song:
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