The workshops gleam in neon light, the final whistles blow, A thousand tiny, bustling elves are running to and fro. The reindeer stand, magnificent, beneath the starry dome, The moment's here, the world is hushed, waiting for him to roam. The checklist signed, the bags are tossed, the magic's humming high, The atmosphere is thick and vast beneath the Christmas sky. The crowds of elves are gathered now, with cheers about to start, Every single detail sealed, deep inside the heart. It's the North Pole Launch! Hear the sleigh bells ring! The Loud Brass Section plays a sound the Full Choir loves to sing! The Timpani Drums announce the flight, the greatest show upon the track! Go, Santa, go! Into the night, there's no turning back! Nostalgic and Tender is the feeling that he holds, He sees the stockings, small and neat, the greatest story told. This moment, classic Christmas, why he takes the yearly flight, To bring the love and shining joy, and make the future bright. The Lush Orchestration swells and fades, the sound of hoofs retreat, Sleigh bells disappear in clouds, an action hard to beat. We'll see him soon, we know the plan... The elves wave high, their mission done, the magic shines so wide! The journey’s launched, the work is done, with nothing left to hide! Merry Christmas, we'll see you next year!
