A qui les presento la idea original de The Nightmare Before Christmas o El Extraño Mundo de Jack
que surgió de un poema donde los personajes principales solo son Jack, Sandy Claws y Zero.
Espero sea de su agrado
La Pesadilla antes de Navidad
Tim Burton
Era tarde en un otoño en la tierra de Halloween
y el aire era totalemente escalofriante.
Contra la luna un esqueleto se sentó,
solo sobre una colina.
Él era alto y delgado con una corbata de lazo de murcielago;
Jack Skellington era su nombre.
Estaba cansado y aburrido en la tierra de Halloween
"Estoy asqueado del susto, del terror, del miedo.
Estoy cansado de ser algo con lo que topas en la noche.
Estoy aburrido con mirar de reojo mis horribles miradas,
y mis pues duelen de bailar esas danzas de esqueletos.
No me gustan los cementerios, y necesito algo nuevo.
Debe haber algo más en la vida que solo gritar,
<<¡Bu!>>"
Después desde una tumba, con un rizo y un giro,
Vino una neblina azotadora, gimoteante, espectal.
Era un pequeño perro fantasma, con pequeño ladrido confiado,
y una nariz-linterna que brillaba en la oscuridad.
Era el perro de Jack, Zero, el mejor amigo que tenía,
Pero apenas y Jack lo notó, lo que hizo triste a Zero.
Toda esa noche y durante el dia siguiente,
Jack vagaba y caminaba.
Él estaba lleno de desaliento.
Despues en lo profundo del bosque, justo antes de la noche,
Jack divizó una vista sorprendente.
No a mas de veinte pies del punto en que se encontraba
se hallaban tres enormes puertas talladas en el bosque.
Él se paso ante ellas, completamente atónito,
su mirada fija se atravesó a una puerta especial.
Encantado y emocionado, con un ligero sentido de preocupación,
Jack abrio la puerta a una nevisca blanca, ventosa.
Jack no lo sabía, pero habia caido
en el centro de un lugar llamado ¡Aldea Navideña!
Inmerso en la luz, Jack ya no estaba embrujado.
Él finalmente habia encontrado el sentimiento que quería.
y para que sus amigos no pensaran que era un mentiroso,
tomó los regalos de las medias que colgaban en la chimenea.
tomó dulces y juguetes que se encontraban en las repisas
y una imagen de Santa con todos sus duendes.
Él tomó luces y ornamentos y la estrella del árbol,
y del letrero de la Aldea Navideña, tomó la gran letra "A".
(lo correcto sería C de Chrismas)
Agarró todo lo que tintineaba o brillaba.
Inclusive tomó un puñado de nieve.
lo agarró todo, y sin ser visto,
lo llevó de vuelta a la tierra de Halloween.
De regreso en Halloween el grupo de seguidores de Jack
se asombraron con los recuerdos navideños.
Para esta maravillosa visión nadie se encontraba preparado.
La mayoría estab emocionado, aunque algunos estaban totalmente asustados,
Por los próximos dia, mientras centellaba y relampagueaba,
Jack se sentó solo pensando obsesivamente.
"¿Por qué es que ellos esparcen risas y alegría
mientras nosotros acechamos los cementerios, esparciendo pánico y miedo?
Bueno, yo podría ser Santa ¡Y yo podría esparcir alegría!
¿Por qué él tiene que hacerlo año con año?"
Indignado por la injusticia, Jack pensó y pensó.
Luego el tuvó una idea: "¡Sí... sí... ¿Por qué no?!"
En la Aldea Navideña, Santa estaba haciendo algunos juguetes
cuando entre la multitud oyó un sonido suave.
abrió la puerta, y para su sorpresa,
vió pequeñas creaturas raras en extraños disfraces.
estaban todos feos y mas bien pequeños.
Mientras abrían sus sacos gritaban "¡Truco o trato!"
Luego un confundido santa fue empujado dentro de un saco
y llevado a Halloween para ver al director Jack.
En Halloween todos se reunieron una vez más,
nunca antes habían visto a Santa
y mientras cautelosamente centraban sus miradas en el viejo extraño
Jack le relato a Santa su plan maestro:
"My querido Sr. Claus, creo que es un crimen
¡que tu seas Santa todo el tiempo!
Pero ahora yo daré regalos, y esparciré alegría.
Estamos cambiando de lugar yo soy Santa este año.
Seré yo quien diga:¡Feliz navidad para ti!
por lo que podrás quedarte en mi ataúd , rechinar puertas, y gritar: ¡Bu!
y porfavor Sr. Claus, no piense mal de mi plan.
porque haré el major trabajo de Santa que yo pueda"
y pensaban Jack y pensaban sus amigos que harían un buen trabajo,
su idea de navidad era aun totalmente macabra.
Estaban preparados y listos en las vísperas de navidad
cuando Jack enganchó sus renos a su elegante trineo-ataúd,
pero en las vísperas de navidad estando apunto de empezar,
un niebla de Halloween lentamente llegó.
Jack dijo: "No podemos partir; esta niebla es simplemente muy espesa
No habrá navidad, y no podré ser Sn. Nicolás"
Después una pequeña brillante luz traspasó la niebla.
¿Qué podría ser?...¡Era Zero, el perro de Jack!
Jack dijo: "Zero, con tu nariz tan brillante,
no guiarías a mi trineo esta noche?"
y ser tan necesitado era el gran sueño de Zero,
por lo que alegremente voló a la cabeza del equipo.
y conforme el trineo esqueletal comenzaba su viaje fantasmal
Jack se carcajeó, "Feliz navidad a todos, y a todos buenas noches!
esa fue la pesadilla antes de Navidad, y por toda la casa
no hubo creatura que estuviera en paz, ni siquiera un ratón.
Todas las medias colgadas de la chimenea con cuidado,
cuando se abriesen por la mañana causarian un total susto
Los niños, todos abrigados tan comodos dentro de sus camas,
tendrían pesadillas de mounstros y cabezas de esqueletos
La luna que flotaba sobre la nieve recien caída
produjo un efecto deprimente sobre la ciudad debajo,
y la risa de Santa Claus ahora sonaba como gemidos,
y las campanas tintineantes como huesos parloteantes.
y que mas aparecería ante sus ojos expentantes,
que un trineo-ataud con un venado esqueletal.
y un esqueletico conductor tan feo y transtornado
ellos supieron en un instante, ese no puede ser Sn. Nicolás
de casa en casa, con una sincera felicidad,
Jack felizmente repartía cada regalo y juguete.
desde azotea en azotea, él brincaba y saltaba,
dejando regalos que parecían traidos directamente de una cripta
desconociendo que el mundo se encontraba en pánico y terror,
Jack felizmente esparcía su propio modo de alegría.
visitó la casa de Susie y David;
obtuvieron un "Gumby y Pokey" de la tumba.
Luego en el hogar de la pequeña Jane Neeman;
obtuvó una muñeca poseida por un demonio.
un mounstroso tren con vías de tentáculos,
una diabólica marioneta blandiendo una hacha
una planta comehombres disfrazada como girnalda
y un oso de peluche vampiro con dientes muy afilados.
había gritos de terror, pero Jack no lo escuchó
él estaba muy ensimismado con su propio espíritu navideño
Jack finalmente miro hacia abajo de sus oscuros, estrellados miedos
y vió el alboroto, el ruido y las luces.
"Por qué, estan celebrando, ¡parece ser tan divertido!
estan agradeciendome por el buen trabajo que he hecho"
pero lo que pensaba que eran fuegos artificiales y buenas intenciones
eran balas y misiles que intentaban matar
luego enmedio del bombardeo de artilleria
Jack apresuró a Zero a ir más alto y más alto.
y lejos todos volaron como tormenta del cardo
hasta que fueron golpeados por un misil certero
mientras caían en el cementerio, fuera de vista,
fue escuchado: "Feliz Navidad a todos, y a todos buenas
noches"
Jack se subió a una larga cruz de piedra,
y desde ahí revisó su increible pérdida
"Pensé que podía ser Santa, tenía tanta fe"
Jack estaba confundido y lleno de una gran pena.
no sabiendo hacia a donde voltear, miro directo al cielo,
luego se desplomó sobre la tumba y comenzó a llorar.
y mientras Zero y Jack permanecían colapsados en el piso
de pronto escucharon un sonido familiar.
"Mi querido Jack," dijo Santa, "Aplaudo tu intento.
se que hacer tales estragos no era lo que tú buscabas.
y por eso estas triste y sintiendote totalmente melancólico
pero arrebatar Navidad fue una cosa incorrecta de hacer
espero que te des cuenta que Halloween es el lugar correcto para ti
Hay mucho más Jack, que me gustaría decir,
pero ahora debo apresurarme, porque es casi el día de Navidad"
Después brincó dentro de su trineo, y con un parpadeo
dijo: "Feliz Navidad," y les dijo adiós
devuelta a casa, Jack estaba triste, pero luego, como en un sueño
Santa trajó Navidad a la tierra de Halloween.
Versión Original
Nightmare Before Christmas
Tim Burton
It was late one fall in Halloweenland,
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland
"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night.
I'm bored with leering my horrible glances,
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.
I don't like graveyards, and I need something new.
There must be more to life than just yelling,
'Boo!'"
Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,
Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.
It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had,
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.
All that night and through the next day,
Jack wandered and walked.
He was filled with dismay.
Then deep in the forest, just before night,
Jack came upon an amazing sight.
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood
Were three massive doorways carved in wood.
He stood before them, completely in awe,
His gaze transfixed by one special door.
Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry,
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.
Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!
Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted.
He had finally found the feeling he wanted.
And so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar,
He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire.
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves.
He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.
He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed.
He even picked up a handful of snow.
He grabbed it all, and without being seen,
He took it all back to Halloween.
Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenires.
For this wondrous vision none were prepared.
Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!
For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered,
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered.
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer
While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear?
Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer!
Why does he get to do it year after year?"
Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought.
Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"
In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys
When through the din he heard a soft noise.
He answered the door, and to his surprise,
He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise.
They were altogether ugly and rather petite.
As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!"
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.
In Halloween everyone gathered once more,
For they'd never seen a Santa before
And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,
Jack related to Santa his masterful plan:
"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it's a crime
That you've got to be Santa all of the time!
But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer.
We're changing places I'm Santa this year.
It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you!
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, 'Boo!'
And please, Mr. Claus, don't think ill of my plan.
For I'll do the best Santa job that I can."
And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job,
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre.
They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,
But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.
Jack said, "We can't leave; this fog's just too thick.
There will be no Christmas, and I can't be St. Nick."
Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog.
What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack's dog!
Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team.
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,
Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.
He visited the house of Susie and Dave;
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.
A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,
A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.
There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.
"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun!
They're thanking me for the good job that I've done."
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well guided missile.
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,
Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good
night."
Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"
Jack was confused and filled with great grief.
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound.
"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you.
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day."
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.
Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.
The EndPoem copyright Tim Burton
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland
"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night.
I'm bored with leering my horrible glances,
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.
I don't like graveyards, and I need something new.
There must be more to life than just yelling,
'Boo!'"
Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,
Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.
It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had,
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.
All that night and through the next day,
Jack wandered and walked.
He was filled with dismay.
Then deep in the forest, just before night,
Jack came upon an amazing sight.
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood
Were three massive doorways carved in wood.
He stood before them, completely in awe,
His gaze transfixed by one special door.
Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry,
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.
Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!
Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted.
He had finally found the feeling he wanted.
And so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar,
He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire.
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves.
He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.
He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed.
He even picked up a handful of snow.
He grabbed it all, and without being seen,
He took it all back to Halloween.
Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenires.
For this wondrous vision none were prepared.
Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!
For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered,
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered.
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer
While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear?
Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer!
Why does he get to do it year after year?"
Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought.
Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"
In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys
When through the din he heard a soft noise.
He answered the door, and to his surprise,
He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise.
They were altogether ugly and rather petite.
As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!"
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.
In Halloween everyone gathered once more,
For they'd never seen a Santa before
And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,
Jack related to Santa his masterful plan:
"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it's a crime
That you've got to be Santa all of the time!
But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer.
We're changing places I'm Santa this year.
It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you!
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, 'Boo!'
And please, Mr. Claus, don't think ill of my plan.
For I'll do the best Santa job that I can."
And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job,
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre.
They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,
But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.
Jack said, "We can't leave; this fog's just too thick.
There will be no Christmas, and I can't be St. Nick."
Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog.
What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack's dog!
Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team.
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,
Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.
He visited the house of Susie and Dave;
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.
A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,
A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.
There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.
"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun!
They're thanking me for the good job that I've done."
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well guided missile.
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,
Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good
night."
Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"
Jack was confused and filled with great grief.
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound.
"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you.
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day."
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.
Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.
The EndPoem copyright Tim Burton
Y aquí esta la versión animada de este poema, que fue animada para una edición de colección de la película, para su 15 aniversario en 2008.
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