What's this? What's this?
There's white things in the air
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
There are people singing songs
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Have I possibly gone daffy?
There are children throwing snowballs
instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead
There's frost on every window
And in my bones I feel a warmth
That's coming from inside
They're hanging mistletoe,
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
In here they've got a little tree,
They've got electric lights
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
But look, there's nothing underneath
no witches here to scream and
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
The mon sters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
What is this place that I have found?