JACK
Listen, there were objects so peculiar
They were not to be believed
All around, things to tantalise 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
DEVIL
A box?
is it steel?
WEREWOLF
Are there locks?
HARLEOUIN DEMON
Is it filled with a pox?
DEVIL, WEREWOLF, HARLEGUIN DEMON
A pox
How delightful, a pox
JACK
lf you please
just a box with bright-colored paper
And the whole thing's topped with a bow
WITCHES
A bow?
But why?
How ugly
What's in it?
What's in it?
JACK
That's the point of the thing, not to know
CLOWN
It's a bat
Will it bend?
CREATURE UNDER THE STAIRS
lt's a rat
Will it break?
UNDERSEA GAL
Perhaps it s the head that I found in the lake
JACK
Listen now, you don't understand
That's not the point of Christmas land
Now, pay attention
Now we pick up an oversized sock
And hang it like this on the wall
MR. HYDE
Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot?
MEDIUM MR. HYDE
Let me see, let me look
SMALL MR. HYDE
Is it rotted and covered with gook?
JACK
Hmm, let me explain
There's no foot inside, but there's candy
Or sometimes it's filled with small toys
MUMMY AND WINGED DEMON
Small toys
WINGED DEMON
Do they bite?
MUMMY
Do they snap?
WINGED DEMON
Or explode in a Sack?
CORPSE KID
Or perhaps they just spring out
And scare girls and boys
MAYOR
What a splendid idea
This Christmas sounds fun
Why, I fully endorse it
Let's try it at once
JACK
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
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 sets out to slay with his rain gear on
Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms
That is, so I've heard it said
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
Welt, at least they're excited
Though they don't understand
That special kind of feeling in Christmas land
Oh, well...