
What's this?
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
There are children
throwing snowballs here
instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to
scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only
little cozy things
Secure them in their dreamland
What's this?
The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere






