Old Chris Kringle Halloween Jingle

OLD CHRIS CRINGLE HALLOWEEN JINGLE Did you know that Santa always had a secret desire, To explore and experience the holiday known as Halloween! This jolly spirit whom brought the world of mankind such joy, And wonder on the Twenty-five of every December, had a Mischievous side, a childlike curiosity about this Spookiest of Haunted holidays! So when Mrs. Clause went to take care of her allying Sister just before this mystical season, Old Chris Kringle, Made up his mind to go forth unto the world of men And see what this spooky hullabaloo was all about! A magical being himself, he thought it best to appear In a childlike form, dressed up of course as an elvish imp, After all this whole experience was brand new to him, He knew not if this costume, would help him to fit in, Or not, but the excitement over rode judgement's Reasoning! So Santa grabbed an old pillow case, put a sign On his bedroom door, do not disturb getting some Extra zzzz, while Mrs. Clause is gone on family business, So in this way those nosie elves would not get curious! Than sneaking out the back door, he loaded up a tiny sleigh,' To one alone reign deer, and road off into the darkness Ready to investigate this holiday known as Halloween! The full moon above seemed to light up the dreary shadows Below, as Santa landed in the village of sleepy Hallow, A party was going on in a large manor house, what better A place to begin Chris Kringle thought to himself! All within were dressed in variations of costumes, Laughing and singing, bobbing for apples and feasting, What festive scene to behold Santa Clause decided! Dark and devilish decorations, were hung from high to Low, pumpkins all lit up with grinning smiles all carved Out hallow glowed in a sinister fashion! It Kinda of creeped the elderly gentlemen out to be Honest, but he was going to investigate this dark Legendary season no matter what, outside little People came knocking at the door, dressed as vampires, Werewolves, witches and more, forgetting he himself Had changed his personal form, a large lady spoke Excuse me little master, shouldn’t be outside with the Others, whoops Santa said your right, and he joined With the others! Every house on the lane, was all lit up aglow, with Pumpkins, and dark macomb designs, grave stones Marked RSVP, or black cat motifs what does this All mean he thought, wired to say in the least! He’d almost made up his mind to return home, As fast as he could, when he heard the voices of Children ring out, trick or treat and candy of all Types poured outwards to these eager monstrous Tike's, now I understand free goodies at any age Is a wondrous thing? At this point old Saint Nick was hooked, as the Years of sneaking out to partake in this ghoulish Holiday past, he learned that other things were Involved in this spookiest of holidays, but the spoils Of this sweet toothed holiday could not be denied, and the Happiness of children’s faces hiding beneath their sticky masks, made It all worth it to Chris Kringle, this jolly fellow from up north. What a Halloween jingle for old Santa Clause to speak, Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good To eat, but it is after all Halloween is it not, HO, HO, HO Munching on his goodies treats, laughing all the way! By Cheryl ANNA DUNN DEDICATED TO MYSTIC ROSE, LOVE YA SIS