What’s This?

What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this? There's white things in the air
What's this? I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming, wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this? There's people singing songs
What's this? The streets are lined with little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy? What is this?
What's this?

There's children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead
There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones, I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside

Oh, look, what's this?