What's This

What's this? What's this? There's color everywhere What's this? There's white things in the air What's this? What's this? I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair What's this? What's this? What's this? There's something very wrong What's this? There's people singing songs What's this? The streets are lined with little creatures laughing Everybody seems so happy Have I possibly gone daffy? What's this? What's this? There's children throwing snowballs Instead of throwing heads They're busy building toys And absolutely no one's dead There's frost on every window Oh, I can't believe my eyes And in my bones I feel the warmth That's coming from inside Oh, look What's this? They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss Why that loos so unique, inspired They're gathering around to hear a story Roasting chestnuts on a fire What's this? What's this? In here they've got a little tree, how queer And who would ever think? And why? Covering with tiny things Electric lights on strings Correct me if I'm wrong Could it be I got my wish? What's this? Oh my, what now? The children are asleep But look, there's nothing underneath No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them or ensnare them Only little cozy things, secure inside their dreamland What's this? The monsters are all missing And the nightmares can't be found And in their place there seems To be good feeling all around Instead of screams I hear music in the air Smell of cakes and pies Absolutely everywhere Sights, the sounds They're everywhere around Never felt this good before Empty place inside has been filling up Simply cannot get enough I want it oh, I want it oh I want it for my own What is this place I have found? What's this?

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025