With the fury of my recitations

But who here

Would ever understand

That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin

Would tire of his crown If they only understood

He'd give it all up

If he only could

Oh, there's an empty

Place in my bones

That calls out for

Something unknown

The fame and praise

Come year after year

Does nothing for

These empty tears

'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems...

in a place that perhaps you've seen in your dreams.

For the story that you are about to be told...

took place in the holiday worlds of old.

Now, you've probably wondered where holidays come from.