Why don't you sit down, children?
Grandpa'll tell you a little story
Not so long time ago
Perhaps it was even last Christmas, who's to say?
The following story took place in the far north
In a beautiful place
Where northern lights dance in wintry sky and
Millions of stars with smiling moon oversee this magical play
They call this place Lapland
As you know
This is where Santa Claus lives together with Mrs. Santa
And countless elves and other creatures
Usually things go as planned but one day, somehow
One of the elves found Santa's secret cabin filled with Christmas spirits
An event that almost ruined Christmas
Undecked halls, this seems fishy
Rudolph's running down to Santa's shack
The elves are gone, times are busy
I cannot build the toys with one pair of hands
The empty shelves
They found the hidden spirits of last Christmas, now I see
Fuel yer nose, we'll search the city
Those guys will drink the world a dry of Irish things
Run, Rudolph run, with bells and whistles
We're searching every bar and guest house
The Santa's call they'll heed, soon wobble
In a circle round the tilted Christmas tree
"Santa, pretty please
Won't you let us have more Irish tea?
For we'll be fuelled by Christmas spirits
From this day on 'til the end of times"
Why you little tea glazed monsters
These toys I see
They're not exactly for children, I believe
You've gotta be out of your minds
These are toys of a different kind
What would you do with this one anyway?
"Here's what we'll do now"
Undo the mess, get back in the line now
Then go, build toys and a fiddle 24 days and nights in the moonlight
You'll work and here is a riddle
What doesn't have feet, still runs away? It's time
Alright, back to work now
So once again
All was well in the house of Santa
Toys were built and gifts got packed as usual
But every now and again you may just
Get something you did not really wish for
And well, now you should have an idea why
Enough with that infernal yodelling, get to work!
"Yeah, yeah, yeah"
Oh, shut up you
And this, children
Is when Santa learned to hide his Christmas spirits from the elves
But you know, still, sometimes during Christmas holidays
If you are quiet and smell really carefully
You just may find a tiny trail of Christmas spirit
In your very own home
Now, time to turn in, go, go, go
Good night
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