[Intro – low tower hum + strategy meeting chatter + sudden shadow shift] Yeah… The tower was deep in war talk. Then the North Pole walked in uninvited. [Verse 1 – The Meeting] Rapunzel stood at the holo-map, hair cables glowing bright, “Fairy Dust rollout — undercut Sugar Fix, hit their market tonight. Natural, clean, no twitch, no brand chant in their veins, We flood the north first, watch the Coke empire drain.” Woodcutter nodded, axe arm folded, Cinder leaned on Frosty’s side, Red sharpened her blade slow — “Economic war. No place to hide.” Frosty added cool, “Distribution teams ready, elves on shelves intel lined,” When the shadows in the corner moved… and Santa stepped out refined. [Pre-Chorus] Red coat pristine, sack over shoulder, Naughty List tablet glowing red, He looked straight at Woodcutter — “Son… we need to talk,” he said. [Chorus – bombshell revelations] Santa Claus is coming… late, bypassing every Prince alarm, Stepped from the dark like a boss, dropped truth like a loaded charm. “I locked the elves away so Donka couldn’t break them in his mill, Deep undercover, trying to pull Mrs. Claus from the thrill. She turned full Evil, took control, became the Queen in Trumpet Tower high, Runs the Coke dealers now, forced me to ship Candy Cane — that’s why. I played the smiling face while she pulled every string, The Naughty List was protection… not the evil thing.” Then he looked at Hansel and Gretel, voice suddenly soft and low, “That Evil Queen you’re hunting… kids… she’s your mother. Long ago.” [Verse 2 – Reactions & Exit] The room froze harder than Frosty’s best ice, Gretel’s knife stopped mid-sharpen, Hansel’s helmet clicked twice. Woodcutter stared at his father, axe arm twitching slow, “You let her become that… and never thought we ought to know?” Santa smiled tired, eyes older than the snow, “Some wars you fight from inside so the ones you love don’t go. I spared you in the Workshop. Could’ve ended it clean. But blood’s still blood… even when it’s mean.” Alarms finally screamed late, red lights painting the wall, Santa tipped his hat, dropped smoke — gone like Bond in the hall. One sleigh bell echoed soft as he vanished in the night. [Bridge – spoken, polite troll energy] Robbie walked in calm, seven feet tall and gentle as spring, “Intruder reported, Master. Red coat. Big sack. Naughty List thing.” Red snapped, “Why didn’t you stop him?!” Robbie bowed polite, voice warm and true, “He wasn’t naughty, ma’am. Not this time. Not to you.” [Final Chorus – stunned silence into defiance] Santa Claus is coming… late, dropped truth like a winter bomb, Mrs. Claus is the Queen, the kids’ mother, and the hand behind the con. Elves protected, not imprisoned — undercover game so deep, The revolution just got family… and it cuts sharp and steep. Fairy Dust still rolling, market war about to ignite, But somewhere in Trumpet Tower… an Evil Queen just felt the bite. [Outro – fading alarms + quiet crew breathing + one dry line] Yeah… Santa walked in. Dropped the mother of all bombshells. Then poofed like a boss. Robbie just shrugged — “He wasn’t naughty.” The war just got personal.
