You better not pout
You better not cry
You better not shout
I’m telling you why:
The Santa Corps is coming to town
It’s made up of moms
And also of dads
Uncles, aunts, siblings
Students and grads
The Santa Corps is coming to town
It numbers in the billions
With no centralized control
Its geographic center
Is of course at the North Pole
No toy-making elves
No reindeer-drawn sleigh
There’s no need for magic
It just seems that way
The Santa Corps is coming to town
(Previously.)