There were (Bm)ob jects so pe (Bm)cu liar they were (Bm)not to be be (Bm)lieved.

All a (Bm)round, things to (Bm)tan ta lize my (C)brain.

It’s a (Bm)world un (G)like an y (G#dim7)thing I’ve ev er (F#7)seen, and as (Bm)hard as I (C)try I (F#7)can’t seem to de (G)scribe.

Like a (F#7)most im prob a ble (Bm)dream.

But you (G)must be lieve when I (G#dim7)tell you this, it’s as (A#dim)real as my skull, and it (G#dim7)does (Fdim7)ex (F#)ist.

This is a (Bm)thing called a (Bm)“pres ent.” The (Bm)whole thing (Bm)starts with a (C)box.

A box?

Is it (Gdim7)steel?

Are there (F#)locks?

Is it (Gdim7)filled with a (F#)pox?

A pox!

How de light ful, a pox!

Just a (Bm)box with (Bm)bright col ored (Bm)pa per, and the (Bm)whole thing’s (B7)topped with a (Em)bow.

A (F#7)bow?

But (Gdim7)why?

How (F#7)ug ly!

What’s (Gdim7)in it?

What’s (F#7)in it?

That’s the point of the (F#)thing, not to know!

It’s a (Em)bat.

Will it (Em)bend?

It’s a (Em)rat.

Will it (C#dim7)break?

Per (Cdim7)haps it’s the (Em)head that I (B7)found in the (Em)lake!

(B7)Lis ten now, (Em)you don’t (B7)un der (Em)stand.

(Am)That’s not the (Em)point of (B7)Christ mas (Em)land.

We (Cm)pick up an (Cm)o ver sized (Cm)sock

and (Cm)hang it like (Cm)this on the (Db)wall.

Oh, (G)yes!

Does it (Abdim7)still have a (G)foot?

Let me (Abdim7)see!

Let me (G)look!

Is it rot ted and cov ered with gook?

There’s no (Cm)foot in side, but there’s (Cm)can dy.

Or (Cm)some times it’s (C7)filled with small (Fm)toys.

Small toys!

Do they (G)bite?

Do they (Abdim7)snap?

Or ex (G)plode in the (Abdim7)sack?

Or per (G)haps they just spring out and scare girls and boys.

What a (Fm)splen did i (Fm)de a!

This (Fm)Christ mas sounds (Fm)fun!

I (Bbm6)full y en (Fm)dorse it!

Let’s (C7)try it at (Fm)once!

(C7)Ev ’ry one, (Fm)please.

Now, (C7)not so (Fm)fast.

There’s (Bbm)some thing here (Fm)that you (C7)don’t quite (Fm)grasp.

And the (Cm)best, I must con (Cm)fess, I have (Cm)saved for the (Am)last.

For the (Cm)rul er of this (Cm)Christ mas (Db)land is a (Cm)fear some (Ddim7)king with a (Db)deep might y voice.

Least, (G7)that is what I’ve come to un der (Cm)stand.

And I’ve (Cm)al so heard it (Cm)told that he’s (Cm)some thing to be (Cm)hold, like a (Cm)lob ster, (Cm)huge and (Db)red.

When he (Cm)sets out to (Fdim7)slay with his (Cm6)rain gear (G7)on, cart ing (Cm)bulg ing (Db)sacks with his (G)big, great (Ab)arms.

That is, (Cm)so I’ve (G7)heard it (Cm)said.

And on a (Ab)dark, cold night un der (Adim7)full moon light, he (Bdim7)flies in to a fog like a (G)vul ture in the sky.

And they (G7)call him Sand y Claws.

Well, at (Ab)least they’re ex cit ed, but they (Adim7)don’t un der stand that (G7)spe cial kind of feel ing in (Adim7)Christ mas (G)land.

Oh, well.