All the little cares picked along the way
Suddenly have disappeared with yesterday
My world is beginning today!
It’s… a… difficult responsibility
That he extract from the number-one law keeper, me
Be it known throughout the land from sea to sea
There’ll be no more.. toy… makers… to the King!
I hate toys! And toys hate me! Either they are going or I am going and I definitely am not going!
Kris made a list of all the children and the toys they wanted.
He checked it over once, then checked it over twice.
He tried to figure out just who was naughty and who was nice.
Well I guess they’re all pretty nice!
Who nears my mountain! Go back or you are doomed!
It’s a difficult responsibility
When you an accept an appointment from His Majesty
You must strive for just the perfect quality
When you’re the first toy maker to the king!
This is the only clue, sir. It says, “Claus”.
Ah, take the little, er, baggage to the orphan asylum. That’s the proper place for foundlings anyway.
[the baby starts to cry]
Get that brat out of here!