I get a certain thrill, From every falling snowflake, Or an ice shift that causes A catastrophic earthquake, I get a happy chill From the crush of avalanches, And whither the trees with a thousand breaking branches Because you crossed my path, You'll feel Stormella's wrath! And now I shall release my storming masterpiece I'll bury that old gizzard in a wizard of a blizzard And it's because, I hate Santa Claus! That cheerful Santa Claus! That joyful toyful, and oh so merry, If you ask me an extraordinary, I hate Santa Claus, yes, I hate Santa Claus!