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 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'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

And 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 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 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.

The sights! The sounds!

They're everywhere and all around

I've never felt this good before

This empty place inside of me is filling up

I simply cannot 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?