Put out some honey! Sweet cream, warm bread to tempt a tiny friend Clear out a cupboard! Some fear the fae but I say come again now! For we need a little cryptid right this very minute Brownies in the window, fair folk at the spinet Yes, we need a little cryptid right this very minute Normal company has gotten old; I don’t even need a pot of gold Cast out the iron! Get the Teflon pans endorsed by Emeril Don’t leave them doll clothes They’ll be hurt and make their stay ephemeral now For these years have felt like decades; I’ve grown a little weary So never mind zoologists who don’t accept my theories I know the truth is out there; believing makes me cheery I need a little cryptid now Put out some honey! Try to tempt a friend who’s really mystical Roll out the carpet! We can pander if it’s egotistical now For we need a little music, not a long polemic Need a break from problems that are awfully systemic Who cares that it’s implausible and hardly academic We need a little cryptid now Yes, we need a little cryptid right this very minute Brownies in the window, fair folk at the spinet Yes, we need a little cryptid right this very minute We need a little cryptid now!

In the pine woods, very fine woods Festive trees stand around In the air there's a feeling of cryptids Take no chances, check the branches Though you don't hear a sound 'Cause they'll get you with their spiky tails Sliver cats, sliver cats It's cryptid-time in the forest Ring-a-ling, see them cling Soon it will be Cryptid Day Careless campers toting hampers Full of picnic supplies Shouldn't wander around, all unknowing They're like drop bears, but they're not bears And they have bright red eyes And they watch as the people draw near... Sliver cats, sliver cats It's cryptid-time in the forest Ring-a-ling, watch them spring Soon it will be Cryptid Day Sliver cats, sliver cats It's cryptid-time in the forest Ring-a-ling, see them cling (watch them spring) Soon it will be Cryptid Day Soon it will be Cryptid Day Soon it will be Cryptid Day

Over the river and through the woods To Grandmother's house we go. The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh Through white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the woods, Oh, how the wind does blow. It stings the toes and bites the nose As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the woods To have a full day of play. Oh, hear the bells ringing ting-a-ling-ling, For it is Cryptid Day. Over the river and through the woods, Trot fast my dapple gray; Spring over the ground just like a hound, For this is Cryptid— Sliver cats, sliver cats It's cryptid-time in the forest Ring-a-ling, see them cling (watch them spring) Cryptids are having their day Cryptids are having their day Cryptids are having their day

Hi, Santa, I've been a little bit bad And a little bit good, it's true. I know you're always keeping track So I can't keep that from you I know you only give the gifts You think it's right to bestow, sir So Santa I can only ask, Can I have a flamethrower? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? If a bunch of snowmen went on attack I could melt them all away If a Christmas pudding turned evil I could make it go flambé I guess I could also clear some weeds But that seems like a bore But if the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man attacked I could turn it into a s'more Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? So Santa won't you hear my plea I haven't been all bad And getting a flamethrower Would make me really glad I know I'll find it Christmas morn 'Cause it's my heart's desire And the reason for the season Is to build a holy fire Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Don’t want a power mower I just want a flamethrower Way better than a leaf blower Nothing like a flamethrower Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas? Santa, can I have a flamethrower for Christmas?

I’m dreaming of a white cryptid, Just like the ones I used to know. In the mountain passes, You don't need glasses, To see the footprints in the snow. I’m dreaming of a white cryptid, Perhaps eight feet or more in height. May your days be merry and bright, May you see a cryptid tonight. I’m dreaming of a white cryptid, Though skeptics doubt it, wait and see! We’ll make confetti, And look for yeti I know it’s waiting, just for me. I’m dreaming of a white cryptid, With every cryptid card I write. May your days be merry and bright, And to all the cryptids: good night. May your days be merry and bright, And to all the cryptids: good night.