A/N: This idea came to me last night while watching Nightmare Before Christmas with a few friends…It was late at night, i had a coke(which does actually make a difference,cuz i dont drink soda often)& this idea popped into my head…i know its not much, but i wanna have at least 1 story(if you wanna call this a 'story')on this site…i was debating over who Jack should be,then i finally decided on Tug cuz hes always going places hes not supposed to be =^)

TUGGER: Listen, there were objects so peculiar. They were not to be believed; all around, things to tantalize my brain. It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen. And as hard as I try, I can't seem to describe, like a most improbable dream. But you must believe when I tell you this. It's as real as my skull and it does exist. Here, let me show you. This is a thing called a present. The whole thing starts with a box.

VICTORIA: A box?

JEMIMA: Is it steel?

ELECTRA: Are there locks?

ETCETERA: Is it filled with a pox?

ALL: A pox. How delightful, a pox

TUGGER: If you please, just a box with bright-colored paper, and the whole thing's topped with a bow.

BOMBALURINA: A bow?

DEMETER: But why?

JELLYLORUN: How ugly.

ALL: What's in it? What's in it?

TUGGER: That's the point of the thing, not to know.

MISTOFFELEES: It's a bat.

ALONZO: Will it bend?

POUNCIVAL: It's a rat.

TUMBLEBRUTS: Will it break?

SKIMBLESHANKS: Perhaps it s the head that I found in the lake.

TUGGER: Listen now, you don't understand. That's not the point of Christmas land. Now, pay attention. We pick up an oversized sock. And hang it like this on the wall.

MUNGOJERRIE: Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot?

RUMPLETEAZER: Let me see, let me look.

ADMETUS: Is it rotted and covered with gook?

TUGGER: Hmm, let me explain. There's no foot inside, but there's candy, or sometimes it's filled with small toys.

TANTOMILE: Small toys.

CORICOPAT: Do they bite?

TANTOMILE: Do they snap?

CORICOPAT: Or explode in a sack?

MUNKUSTRAP: Or perhaps they just spring out and scare girls and boys.

OLD DEUTERONOMY: What a splendid idea. This Christmas sounds fun. Why, I fully endorse it. Let's try it at once.

TUGGER: Everyone, please now, not so fast. There's something here that you don't quite grasp. (Well, I may as well give them what they want.) And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last. For the ruler of this Christmas land is a fearsome king with a deep mighty voice. At least that's what I've come to understand. And I've also heard it told that he's something to behold like a lobster, huge and red. And he sets out to slay with his rain gear on, carting bulging sacks with his big great arms. And on a dark, cold night, under full moonlight he flies into a fog, like a vulture in the sky. And they call him Sandy Claws. (Well, at least they're excited. Though, they don't understand that special kind of feeling in Christmas land. Oh, well...)