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 creatures laughing,
everybody seems so happy. Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?

What's this?
There's children throwing snowballs,
instead of throwing heads.
They're busy building toys,
and absolutely no one's dead!
There's frost in 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've 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.
Now there's a smile on everyone,
so now correct me if I'm wrong:
This looks like fun; this looks like fun!
Oh, could it be I've 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 secure inside 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.
The sights, the sounds; they're everywhere and all around.
I've never felt so good before.
This empty place inside of me is filling up.
I simply can not get enough!
I want it, oh, I want it!
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... Christmas Town?