A jolly old fellow brings toys to everyone on a holiday they call Christmas.

That's perfect.

Good.

Easier.

Good job.

Now I'm not gonna lie it makes no sense to me but here's what I have discovered about this Christmas mystery.

I'm super busy is this is this a long song?

Santa is a furry freak with epic superpowers.

He flies to every human home in under 14 hours.

He's a master burglar.

No.

A pro at picking locks.

No.

If you don't leave milk and cookies out he will put dung in your socks.

That is not part of the lore at all.

If you act nicely through the night and don't jump on your bed Santa comes with sugar plums and hurls them at your head.

But if you're on his naughty list he shoots missiles at your toes.

He might just roast your chestnuts with his powerful flamethrower.

No.

He doesn't have a flamethrower.

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain.

It's kind of cool.

Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.

I don't know what Christmas is but Christmas time is here.

He's compelled his creepy elves to do his every wish.

Once sought to be a the fish.

Mrs. Claus she works the pole.

Plans her man's demise.

No.

Soon the elves will all rise up and stab out Santa's eyes.

Earthlings.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Earthlings are so weird.

That's true.

I don't know what Christmas is but Christmas time is here.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Earthlings are so weird.

I don't know what Christmas is but Christmas time is here.

What the heck's a turtle dove?

And who lit up that deer?

I don't know what Christmas is but Christmas time is here.

I don't know what Christmas is but Christmas time is here.

Or maybe it's there.

It's somewhere.

Ah, nice.

No, no, no, no.

You just got these instruments?

Thank you, Nowhere!

Ugh.

Nowhere!

Nowhere!