Narration by Patrick Stewart
And finally, everything worked out just fine.
Christmas was saved, though there wasnÔÇÖt much time.
But after that night, things were never the same--
Each holiday now knew the other oneÔÇÖs name.
And though that one Christmas things got out of hand,
IÔÇÖm still rather fond of that skeleton man.
So, many years later I thought IÔÇÖd drop in,
And there was old Jack still looking quite thin,
With four or five skeleton children at hand
Playing strange little tunes in their xylophone band.
And I asked old Jack, ÔÇ£Do you remember the night
When the sky was so dark and the moon shone so bright?
When a million small children pretending to sleep
Nearly didnÔÇÖt have Christmas at all, so to speak?
And would, if you could, turn that mighty clock back,
To that long, fateful night. Now, think carefully, Jack.
Would you do the whole thing all over again,
Knowing what you know now, knowing what you knew then?ÔÇØ
And he smiled, like the old pumpkin king that I knew,
Then turned and asked softly of me, ÔÇ£WouldnÔÇÖt you?ÔÇØ
