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?