The clock is hitting midnight, the pressure's at its peak, The elves have cocoa, rich and deep, the secret they must keep! Zippers, buckles, harness snaps, the list is four miles long, A hundred tiny hands and tools ensuring nothing's wrong. The gauges checked, the runners waxed, the magic dust is poured, They're wiping down the velvet seat, ignoring time ignored. Last bag secured, final count, the workshop holds its breath, It's go-time now, no time to lose, for every child's wish said! Sleigh Check! Sleigh Check! Listen to the beat! The Brass Section hits the rhythm of the tiny, frantic feet! Sleigh Check! Sleigh Check! The Timpani Drums sound loud! A synchronized ballet of the fastest, happiest crowd! A gentle moment as the team steps back to clear the way, They hand him one last cup of cocoa, just before the break of day. A tender nod, a heartfelt wish for safe return and peace, Now he takes the reins in hand, and all the chaos cease. Hush... The North Pole holds its breath... Go! Go! Go! The sleigh leaves the ground! The elves ring the bells, let the music resound! The elves scream and shout, they watch him take his flight! We'll rest our feet now, and wait for the sight!
