A Nightmare Before Christmas, Repeat

Heres to enjoying things we love, over and over again until someone we love pulls and twists the tape until we cannot hear it again. Rest in peace cassette tape, Richard Marx, Endless Summer Nights, circa 1987. And, thank you Kristy for helping me let go.

A Nightmare Before Christmas, Repeat

What’s this? What’s this?

Finny sees it everywhere.

No I couldn’t bear!

Another round, a graveyard mound

A visit to this sepulchral town

What could possibly be a miss?

How could one film inspire such bliss?

Just come and grab a chair

Despite fixed stare

Popcorn Finny will share

What’s this? What’s this?

Finny sees it everywhere.

No,  I cannot stare!

Another round, a graveyard mound

Guess were gonna sit back down

Fixin’ to be Sandy Claws

Trying to disguise his paws

Jack Skellington’s big escape

But what’s missing above his nape?

No, it’s not a cape, possibly some red tape?

He proclaims ,

“Ah, finally the perfect thing!

To make it all go cling!”

Muffling, “He’s blind, to ting, bling, and bells that ring”

That’s Sally

Genuinely concerned for his conjured-up rally

What’s this? What’s this?

Finny sees it everywhere.

Another round, a graveyard mound

Can pumpkins really weigh five hundred pound?

Sally’s dangling her leg again

So juicy, who could resist?

When you still exist?

Surely not Oogie Boogie

Spitting up a loogie

Tickling it there

Suspended in midair

He may complain, but never feels her pain.

What’s this? What’s this?

Finny sees it everywhere.

Another round, a graveyard mound

I'm feeling a bit clowned, really Finn, a seventh round?

Bagging Easter Bunny and Sandy Claws.

You can do that? No, way!

He will make them pay, then play!

What a fine day!

What’s this? What’s this?

Finny sees it everywhere.

Another round, a graveyard mound

Skeleton reindeers are abound!

Deceit, cunning and malicious

Pretending to do their dishes

Crossed fingers behind backs

Dispensing out their tacks

Finny, do you envy Lock, Shock, and Barrel?

Do you like their nightmare Christmas carol?

What’s this? What’s this?

Presents, oh! Presents, No!

Chopped off heads, a slithering snake.

Maggots in-tow, a fiery snow glow

Tee, hee!

Experiments on Christmas

Who would have thought

You can flame test the whole lot

Christmas ornaments blaze green

Dr. Finklestein, you’re not so mean

To share your brain, but is it clean?

A lovely bride she will make

And take you to your wake

What’s this? What’s this?

Finny sees it everywhere.

Another round, a graveyard mound

The Christmas King is crowned

But what is the thing Finny, that thing!

That makes you wanting more!

Could it be a belly splitting open, bugs spewing to the floor?

Tis, the dreadful shriek from Oogie Boogie?

Hacking up his last loogie?