What's This

What's this? What's this?

There's color everywhere

What's this?

There's white things in the air

What's this?

I can't believe my eyes. I must be dreaming

Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair!

What's this?

What's this? What's this?

There's something very wrong

What's this?

There's people singing songs

What's this?

The streets are lined with little children laughing

Everybody seems so happy

Have I possible gone daffy?

What is this?

There's children throwing snowballs instead of throwing heads

They're busy building toys and absolutely no one's dead

There's frost on every window

Oh, I can't believe my eyes

And in my bones I feel the warmth that's coming from inside

Oh, look

What's this?

They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss

Why that looks so unique, inspired

They're gathering around to hear a story,

Roasting chestnuts on a fire

What's this?

What's this?

In here, they got a little tree

How queer

And who would ever think, and why?

They're covering it with tiny little things,

they've got electric lights on strings

And there's a smile on everyone

So, now, correct me if I'm wrong

This looks like fun, this looks like fun

Could it be I got my wish?

What's this?

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 inside their dreamland

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

The sights, the sounds

They're everywhere and all around

I've never felt so good before

The empty place inside of me is filling up,

I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh I want,

Oh, I want it for my own

I've got to know!

I've got to know!

What is this place that I have found?

What is this?