How the Brockstars Saved Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the dorm Not a Brockstar was stirring, all sleeping and warm Then from the deep sleep, there arose such a clatter Somebody burst in, with our world soon to shatter "Santa's not real!" they said with a cry "There's no one to ride his sleigh in the sky!" This knowledge cut deep as we woke from our slumber Who could save Christmas, we started to wonder? That sounds like a job for the Brockstars! We gotta save Christmas It's all up to us We gotta go find a way to save the day And we're not allowed to cuss We gotta save Christmas No time to waste Get our stockings into gear at the end of the year Before the holiday is erased So we had to save Christmas Find a way to fix this Find a way to make all of this right Where do we begin this Where can we find Christmas It is still the middle of the night We'll go to the North Pole! So we found a way to fix this Grab yourself a wish list We are heading to the Northern Pole Maybe see a penguin Catch ourselves a headwind Driving in a car that's full of coal I crashed it We go to the bus stop! We'll go to the North Pole! So we're heading to the North Pole Gonna take a cold stroll Gonna be a long ride up the road Played a show at Whoville Met with disapproval Through the seven levels of the candy cane snow We got to the North Pole! We got to the North Pole! Hey, I'm Frank I'm an elf I've spent way too many years up on the shelf I heard you need A Christmas guide Well lucky you I think I just might know a guy It's still crashed We're back at the bus stop! We gotta save Christmas (Christmas) We got Frank with us (Hey, that's me!) We're gonna go meet a man in the Southern Land On the Polar Ex-BUS Epic solo We slowly approached the door that Frank led us to. Frank knocked and the door swung open, Revealing the warm glow of embers burning in a fireplace inside. There he was. The man we were looking for. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly Santa Claus "...Wait. This guy doesn't know anything about Christmas!" THIS GUY IS WAY TOO OLD! WE'RE LEAVING THE SOUTH POLE! Now we've grieved the death of our friend We know our friendship will never end We've found the meaning we've been looking for The purpose of this holiday tour Frank's death was never in vain Because we found the meaning today We saved Christmas like we set out to do We know it now if only Frank knew it too