Eventually everything turned out alright,

Though I admit it was a close Christmas night,

But after that night when everything was fixed,

It seemed like our two holidays got a little mixed,

And though perhaps our first impressions weren't all that good,

I thought perhaps I ought to be neighborly as good people should.

So many years later, I dropped by their abode,

And there was the devilish king and his ragdoll queen, their happiness showed,

With small little children, perhaps five or four,

At play with guillotines and sewing kits on the floor.

And I asked Gilbert, "Do you remember that night

When you took leave of your senses and went on that flight?

When you hitched a sleigh and skeletal deer,

And children that night cowered in fear?

Would you turn back the time and make a change

Any decisions you'd remake any choices you'd exchange?

Or would you do the whole thing all over again,

Knowing what you know now, knowing what you knew then?"

And he smiled, like the Halloween King that I knew,

Then turned and asked softly of me, "Wouldn't you?"