Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

A variation on the Christmas standard, as sung by me on the way home from the Christmas Eve service last night with three tired, over-excited children:

Oh, you'd better stop fussing
You'd better quit complaining
You'd better cease your fighting
I'm telling you why:
The number of presents you receive tomorrow is inversely proportionate
To the amount of screaming that happens from this point forward

You'd better stop whining
You'd better settle down
You'd better get quiet
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is getting increasingly grumpy
And might be disinclined to give you everything you asked for tomorrow morning if the fussing doesn't stop