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The Night Before Christmas in the Vault
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| With
many apologies to Clement Moore.
This was written upon the announcement that Vault Disney would be closed permanently several years ago.
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| Twas the night before Christmas |
| And all through the Vault, |
| Not a creature was stirring, |
| Not
even Old Walt.
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| No stockings were hung, |
| The mantle was bare |
| The fire was cold |
| Sadness
was in the air.
|
| Jiminy Cricket was on the windowsill |
| Tears in his eyes |
| "Why did they do it? |
| "Are
we so much despised?"
|
| "Do the children not like us? |
| Have the adults forgotten us, too?" |
| Were the plaintive questions |
| That
made everyone blue.
|
| Francis Marion sighed heavily |
| Ludwig von Drake turned away |
| Charlie the cougar curled in a dark corner |
| And
Sammy the seal wouldn't play.
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| The darkness was cloying, |
| The air thick with despair |
| Elfego Baca was silent |
| Michael
Eisner didn't care.
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| But then in the dimness |
| Came a spark of white light, |
| Something that flashed and sparkled |
| And
then glowed somewhat bright.
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| "My friends, will we just sit here |
| And cry in despair, |
| Or will we have hope |
| Knowing
that someone does care?
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| All the Vault denizens looked up |
| And saw a smile in the dark, |
| A brightness of hope |
| That
gave their sad hearts some spark.
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| The black figure laughed |
| And flashing his blade |
| Said, "Never fear, my dear friends |
| Our
names are too well made."
|
| "As long as there is a mother |
| Or a girl or a boy, |
| As long as there are stories |
| Our
names will linger and give joy.
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| Minnie and Mickey will not be forgotten |
| Neither Chip nor Dale, |
| The Three Caballeros and Goofy |
| Davy
and Johnny will prevail.
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| We must put our trust |
| In those who with us grew |
| In those who dream large dreams |
| And
are loyal and true.
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| They will not let us down |
| They will ever be there. |
| They won't let us die |
| Because
they really do care.
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| It's a tough fight, my friends, |
| But win it we must |
| For we stand for too much |
| To be
sent to the dust.
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| We stand for laughter |
| And joy and hope |
| We stand for integrity |
| And
the ability to cope.
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| So will we give up? |
| Or trust our friends to do right?" |
| The dark man asked, |
| His
hopeful smile still bright.
|
| The cheers filled the dimness |
| With joy and with peace |
| As long as there were young hearts |
| Their
memories would not cease....
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| Christmas, 2002 |
| To all the young hearts everywhere...... |
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