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How Scar Stole Christmas By Meerkat Markowitz
Every Lion
Down at Pride Rock
Liked Christmas a lot...

But Scar
Who lived just north of Pride Rock
Did NOT!

Scar hated Christmas! The lion Christmas season!
If you want to know why, I cannot tell you the reason.
It could be he had a claw that didn't grow in just right,
Or, perhaps, his fur was on just a little too tight.
But the most likely reason that could be inferred,
Is his nephew, Simba, was the king of the herd!

Whatever the reason,
His fur or his claw,
He stood looking on Christmas Eve, hating them all.
Staring to them from his cave with a sour, hateful sneer
At the animals preparing their animal rear.
For he knew everyone at Pride Rock just beneath
Were hanging on the cave entrances their beautiful wreaths.

"And tomorrow their mistletoe," he growled with madness,
"Tomorrow is Christmas!" he realized with sadness.
"Then," he thought, with his lion claws drumming,
"I MUST find a way to stop Christmas from coming!"

________Tomorrow, he knew...

..All the lion cub girls and lion cub boys
Would wake at dawns break and race for the toys!
And then! Oh the racket. The RACKET! RACKET!
How he got a headache from that RACKET! RACKET!

Then the cubs, young ones and old, would kill a fresh carcass
And they'd feast! And they'd feat!
And they'd FEAST!

They would eat their impala and yummy wildebeest
Which was something old Scar couldn't stand in the least!

_________And THEN
_________They'd do something
_________He hated most of all!

Every lion on Pride Rock, the large and the small,
Would stand close together, looking all sweet,
They'd start singing, and there was even a beat!

_________They'd sing! And they'd sing!
_________And they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!

And the more Scar thought of this awful thought,
The more he kept thought, 'I've got to stop the lot!'
"Why, for 30 years I've put up with those kings! Now,
"I MUST stop this Christmas from coming!
____________________...But HOW?"

Then an idea came!
And awful plan!

"I know just what to do!" Scar rumbles with pleasure,
And he made a quick Santy Claws hat and coat to measure.
And he snickered, "What a great evil trick!
"With this get-up on, I look just like Saint Nick!"

"All I need is a reindeer..."
Scar looked around.
But, since reindeer aren't found in Africa, none were to be found.
Did that stop the old lion...?
NO! Scar plainly said,
"If no reindeer can be seen, I'll make a replacement, instead!"
So Scar caught a large impala and named it "Jax,"
Then tied some horns to his head as he relaxed.

He carted him away
And took some old sacks
On a rickety old sleigh
And hitched up old Jax.

Then Scar yelled, "Giddap!"
And the sled started movin'
Toward the caves where the lions
Lay their big bodies, a-snoozin'

All their entrances were dark, silent warmth in the air,
All the lions were dreaming softly in the winter without care.
When Scar finally came to the first little cave,
"Stop number one!" Scar-ry Claws said with a grin.
"This is the cave of Simba!" And he ventured in...

He saw all the cub-stockings, all hung in a row,
"These little babies are the first thing to go!"

Then he snuck around the room, with a sneer most unpleasant,
Around the whole cave until he got every present!
Catnip! And balls! He took all with little din,
He even tried taking little Chaka's birth-right from him.
He stuffed what he could in these huge sacks,
And then he put the bags out to his little "reindeer," Jax.

Then the nasty lion grabbed the tree, and as he started to push
This Christmas tree out, he started to blush.
Why? Because he turned around, finding,
Little Chaka standing there, whining.

Scar had be caught by this tiny lion cub son
Who'd gotten out of bed because his little nap was done.
He looked at Scar and asked, "Mr. Claws? WHY?
"You are taking our tree? Oh, my!"

But, guess what, that old Scar was so smart and so slick
A lie came to his head, and he told it, real quick!
"Why, my little Chaka," the Scar Claws mislead,
"There's a problem with this tree and I'm taking it to my sled,
"And from there to my large North Pole shop,
"I'll fix then come back here for an extra stop!

His fib fooled the child. And Scar pat his head,
Then got Chaka a drink, and sent him back to bed.
And when the little lion cub went back to his Z's,
Scar left the cave with the presents and tree.

And the smallest speck of food
That was left in the cave so snug,
Was a bit of food, not big enough for a grub.

He did the same thing
To the other lion caves

Leaving crumbs
Way too small
For other lion's mouse's!

It was half-past dawn, when Scar got done that night,
Then he readied his sled packed the presents real tight,
Along with their tags! Their tinsel! Their wrapping!
Packed up with their trimmings and trapping.
Then up he got up and left, off with the load!
To dump the loot over at his abode.
"Ta-ta you losers!" he yelled from his coach,
"They're finding out now that no Christmas is approaching!
"They're rising right now! I can tell what they'll do!
"Their jaws will hang wide open for a minute or two,
"Then all the lions in Pride Rock will cry, 'BOO-HOO!'

"Now THAT'S a noise that I'd like to listen to,
"That's something that I'd like to see 'em do!
So he pawsed. And Scar undressed from the suit,
And waited until he heard a sound in the air,
It started quite low, and it started to blare!

But the sound wasn't glum,
Why, this sound, sounded very merry!
But, no! Impossible!
But it WAS merry! VERY!

________He glared at the lions!
________The lion was in awe!
________Then he shook!
________He couldn't believe what he saw!

Every lion on Pride Rock, the grown and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents of all!

He DIDN'T stop Christmas from coming:
Some way or another, it looked just the same!

And Scar, with his fur drenched in the heat,
Stood puzzled in wonder: "It CAN'T be!"
"It came with no ribbons! It came with out tags!
It came with no presents, nor boxes or bags!
And he thought for hours, until his thinker was sore,
When Scar figured something that he never did before.
"Maybe Christmas," he began, "Doesn't come from the store,
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...Means a heck of a lot more!"

And then...?
Well, a bunch of people say
That Scar's heart grew five sizes that day!
And that instant that his heart fit him just right,
He brought back the toys through the mid-day light.
Along with the gifts, was the food for the feast!
__________And he..

_______... HE HIMSELF...!

___...carved the wildebeest!

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