Wynter Fever - Theocracy

I. A Christmas Curse

December 7

North Pole, 3 p.

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I am Festus Claus, the son of Santa

And I’ve got a thing for Frosty’s daughter

Father says, «No way, because a month from now she’ll turn into a puddle of

water

This December love affair is doomed because of next month’s expiration date»

We’re gonna leave here soon, 'cause I’m in love with her

And I can hardly, I can hardly wait

«Son, this kind of love was never meant to be

It won’t survive the changing weather»

Wynter Snowgirl, come and run away with me

So we can always be together

«NO!!!

If you leave… I'll be canceling Christmas this year!»

II.

Runaway Romance

December 24

New York City, 7 p.

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Something’s wrong here

The city’s angry

It’s Christmas Eve, but life is dull

Just business as usual

The crowded streets scream

Without mercy

They come and go, all work, no play

Like any other day

I can’t believe my father’s nerve

He’s wiped it from the calendar

And nobody remembers this is Christmas Eve (Humbug!)

No making lists and checking twice

No happy kids naughty and nice

'Cause somehow he’s erased it from their memory

Kiss me under the mistletoe

And we can break the spell of Father Christmas

Jingle Bells on the radio

So help another angel get his wings

Close your eyes and I’ll be your star tonight

Wynter stay, since Father Christmas took Christmas away

Desperate times mean desperate measures

There’s only one way out of this:

A jolly elf-on-snowgirl kiss

Santa’s workshop is full of treasures

Tonight we’ve gotta get those toys to all the girls and boys

I feel there’s something in the air

From our forbidden love affair

But they could never understand

'Cause true love lasts forever

Twig in hand, just be my girl

It’s you and me against the world

So come with me, and we can save the day together

Kiss me under the mistletoe

And we can break the spell of Father Christmas

Jingle Bells on the radio

So help another angel get his wings

Close your eyes and I’ll be your star tonight

Wynter stay, since Father Christmas took Christmas away

Christmas, Christmas, where is Christmas?

No more sugarplums are dancing in dreams

No more stockings hung in holiday scenes

No more reindeer pulling sleighs in the snow

No more children with their faces aglow

Life goes on, but Christmas is nowhere to be found

There’s no magic in the air

The people shiver in the cold

And their hearts are as freezing as the snow

III.

A Surprise Confrontation

December 24

New York City, 9 p.

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«Son, you’d better stay away from that little ho ho ho

You know I saw you kiss her under the mistletoe

But if you think that that’s enough to break the spell I cast

Then boy there’s something you oughta know»

Dad, you can’t accept the fact that Wynter’s the girl for me

I’m old enough to know the ways of the family

Now you’ll deny it, 'cause you try to keep it quiet

But I know you’ve always hated the people of the snow

«That's a lie and you know it!»

No it’s not!

«Then go ahead and you prove it!»

At Thanksgiving you said that thing that time after you had a couple glasses of

wine

«Hey hey hey now, listen son, I’m telling you that’s not what it’s all about»

Well, what’s the problem then?

'Cause we’re going out!

«I'm not gonna let my son be ruined by some ice queen of her kind»

Come on, quit it, just admit it

Stop denying it, I’ve had enough

Snowgirl crazy, elf-boy hazy

Ain’t no thinking maybe, we’re in love

IV: Jolly Bearded Madman

December 24

New York City, 9:01 p.

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«You can’t get away from me!

But I ain’t gonna hurt ya

Got a Christmas present for you, my dear»

You’d better stay away from her!

'Cause I don’t wanna fight ya

But I’ll do what I have to not to let you near her

Run Wynter, run away

You’ve gotta make it to the sleigh

It’s almost Christmas day

So run Wynter, run Wynter, run Wynter, run Wynter, RUN!

Dad, wait a minute… what are you doing with that hairdryer?

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

V: Watery Requiem

December 24

New York City, 9:13 p.

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And my Wynter slowly melts away

Love and innocence have died today

Oh I should’ve been beside her

To stop my father’s hairdryer

Rest in peace, my love

Goodbye

VI: Egg Nog Blues and a Chance Meeting

December 24

New York City, 11 p.

m

Ain’t got a lot of reason for dreaming

Now that Wynter’s gone away

Tonight just doesn’t have any meaning

Now that Wynter’s gone away

So pour me another egg nog, mister

To forget yesterday

I tried to save Christmas when I kissed her

But Wynter’s gone

My Wynter’s gone away

Hey kid

Yeah, who are you?

I used to work with your daddy

I was one of his head elves once upon a time

But that was a long time ago

Before he started losing his mind

Hey, I’m sorry about your woman

But you know, true love really can save Christmas… if it’s unconditional love,

that is

So there might still be a way…

VII: Second Chances

December 24

New York City, 11:21 p.

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I know you thought that everything was hopeless, but not so fast

Just pour what’s left of your girlfriend in a glass

But hurry to her before she winds up in the sewer

She’s a puddle and she ain’t gonna last

Wynter can you hear me?

This is Festus, I missed you so

I’ll be your hero, you’re my princess of the snow

We’re back in business, there’s still time for saving Christmas

So I’m gonna take you with me, hold on 'cause here we go!

I’ve got your twigs and your carrot (and your coal)

My father just has to grin and bear it

Rudolph, Vixen, Donner, Blitzen, Dasher, Dancer, lock and load!

We said that love could break Santa’s spell, and we were right

It’s unconditional and pure as the light

The curse could never last, it was a test and now we passed it

Saddle up, because we’ve got a lot of presents to deliver tonight

VIII: Glass of Wynter

December 24

The skies over New York City, 11:49 p.

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To ride the skies in the sleigh we go

And finally the spell is breaking

Christmas lights on the streets below

All the people waking up

Up, up and away we go

There’s a magic in the air

Christmas spirit everywhere

One hand holding the reindeer reins

While the other holds my glass of Wynter

Love by any other name

And I swear that I’ll defend her

Ice or liquid, it’s all the same

'Cause you’re the only one for me

You may be just a carrot stuck in a glass of water

But I know that you’re still Frosty’s daughter

And I’ll see you again next year

Wynter Snowgirl, I’ll see you next year