Yeah, right.

Christmas is coming.

Quick, quick, quick, quick!

Every December.

Will you always remember Thio?

Get our little list?

We must are.

Well, check it.

We don't want to wreck it that nobody be missed.

So, did you take a package off the armor to the night dick?

The trainers to the tortoise and the hare Dick Dick, Did you remember Goldie Locks?

His porridge must be right on Baby Bear.

I sent another chair for To the tailor ship to the sailor.

I shipped it to the shore Tick tick to mermaid A flipper to cinders A slipper I slipped it through the door Tick, tick We're stocking up your stocking, Stocking up your stocking, stocking up your stocking with stuff And hey, diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle I've crossed the moth A list The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker They'll none of them be missed.

So did you take the blanket to the princess and the pea?

Did you get Dick Whittington his cat dick cut.

Did you get the journey to the giant formality on sent a sack off magic beans to Jack.

We make it our business delivering Christmas Tomorrow is the day from peasants to castles, The presence, the apostles we send them on their way.

We're stocking up your stocking, stocking up your stocking, stocking up your stalking We'd stop.