[INTRO] [One massive piano chord. Guitar sings above it like a winter wind.] [Santa (soft but fierce)] They think it’s just one night… but they don’t know the fight. [VERSE 1] [Piano steady, drums rising like a storm building] From the summer solstice to the frost-bit dawn, We’re grindin’ in the workshop, all night, all year long. The blueprint pages flutter, the ink can barely dry, And I’m tuning up the sleigh under a midnight sky. It ain’t just the toys, it’s the dreams people hold— It’s every whispered wish in a world grown cold. I hear the storms roll in, feel the weight of it all… But when the season calls… oh, I never stall! [ PRE-CHORUS] [The beat lifts, guitars snarl in.] The world keeps spinnin’ fast, cities blur with light, Me and the faithful crew racing down the night! The countdown hits its final beat, no promise I’ll forsake— For the joy of the season… for every child awake! [CHORUS] [Full blast—like choirs, 80s guitars, giant drums] HE’S THE MAN IN RED! (A comet’s flare!) HE’S THE MAN IN RED! (He’ll be everywhere!) Through the sleet and the shadows, over mountains high, He keeps the flame burnin’ in the blackest sky! HE’S THE MAN IN RED! (And the Man in Red never sleeps!) [VERSE 2] [Clean guitar, soft but confident.] Some say it’s physics, some say it’s a prayer, How I circle the world with a breath to spare. But the magic ain’t a mystery—they’ve felt it for years, It’s carved in every memory, every laugh, every tear. Every glowing window, every silent room, I see hope shimmer bright in the winter gloom. I trade the throne for the rooftops, the crown for the route— To deliver the truth… the love at the root! [PRE-CHORUS] [Drums strike harder—momentum roaring back] The world keeps spinnin’ fast, cities blur with light, Me and the fearless crew dive into the night! The countdown hits its final beat—no soul I’ll forsake, For the heart of the season… for the children’s sake! [ CHORUS] [Even bigger—layers on layers of harmony] HE’S THE MAN IN RED! (A comet’s flare!) HE’S THE MAN IN RED! (He’ll be everywhere!) Through the sleet and the shadows, over mountains high, He keeps the flame burnin’ in the blackest sky! HE’S THE MAN IN RED! (And the Man in Red never sleeps!) [BRIDGE] [Bare piano. Guitar floats like northern lights.] I hear the doubt, the cynic’s bitter creed— “That Christmas spirit’s just a line you’re sold to read!” But look into a child’s eyes at dawn’s first gleam— That wonder… that joy… that’s the reason I dream! It’s fire and frost, it’s thunder and zeal… IT’S REAL! [Band hits a colossal chord; drums trigger double-time.] [GUITAR SOLO] [Majestic, soaring, bending up into the aurora.] [FINAL CHORUS] [All in—Santa and the Elves in full power harmony] HE’S THE MAN IN RED! (A comet’s flare!) HE’S THE MAN IN RED! (He will always be there!) Through the sleet and the shadows, over mountains high, He keeps the flame burnin’ in the blackest sky! HE’S THE MAN IN RED! And the Man in Red never sleeps

The Man In Red