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And finally, everything worked out just fine. Christmas was
saved, though there wasn’t much time. But after that
night, things were never the same-- Each holiday now knew
the other one’s name. And though that one Christmas
things got out of hand, I’m still rather fond of that
skeleton man. So, many years later I thought I’d
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, “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 didn’t 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?? And he smiled, like the old pumpkin
king that I knew, Then turned and asked softly of me,
“Wouldn’t you??