Closing

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 to me, "Wouldn't you?"