The Nightmare Before Christmas
Minifigure Monday is a weekly celebration of LEGO® Minifigures. This week, we delve into the world of poetry, photography, and pop-culture. Once a month, I like to recreate a movie poster or album cover using LEGO® Minifigures. Since Halloween is coming up, and the Christmas season begins the next day, what better way to celebrate than with Jack Skellington! For more Minifigure Monday posts, click here.
‘Twas the Nightmare Before Christmas
This poem and LEGO-fied poster were inspired by the classic tale, “Twas The Night Before Christmas” by Clement Clarke Moore, and Tim Burton’s “The Nightmare Before Christmas”.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
A creature was stirring, it was not a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But, sadly St. Nicholas would not soon be there.
The children were nestled in dark in their beds,
While visions of ghosts and ghouls danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Could not shake the terror in order to nap.
For out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I crept from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I tip-toed in fear,
Through a crack in the curtain I managed to peer.
The moon through the branches of trees without leaves
Cast eerie shadows across all the eaves.
Then what to my terrified eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and skeleton deer.
The old spindly driver was ghastly and pale,
As if he was plucked from some nightmarish tale.
Path lit by a phantom, the undead sleigh came,
And I knew that my dreams would not be the same.
As dead leaves that before a wild hurricane fly,
The parade of the dead did drift through the sky.
So up to the house top the zombie deer flew,
With sleigh full of terrors, and pumpkin king too.
And then in a creaking, I heard on the roof,
The clatter and pawing of each boney hoof.
In horror as I was just turning around,
In through the chimney the skeleton bound.
All dressed in red rags, from his head to his foot,
And he was just covered in maggots and soot.
A bundle of terrors was flung on his back,
He looked like grave robber sorting his pack.
His eyes were just hollows of fear and dismay,
His cheeks were just bones and nose rotted away.
His frightening mouth was drawn up with no lips,
And all that was left of his beard hung in wisps.
The stump of a hand he put under the tree,
Seemed like it brought him a great deal of glee.
His mouth was contorted; what might be a smile,
The sound of his laughter was something quite vile.
He was skin and bone, just a rotting old elf,
And I screamed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A horrible crack as he twisted his head,
Soon gave me to know I had plenty to dread.
He spoke not a word as he worked and he toiled,
Filling the stockings with things that were spoiled.
Then laying a finger where once was a nose,
With one deathly glance, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, the deer’s reins he did seize,
And away they all flew, like a ghostly breeze.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
Nightmares to all on this dark Christmas night!
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