So... you better watch out / You better not cry / You better not pout / I'm telling you...

[the mail vehicle approaches when the wheels were bumped and snow fell on top] Narrator:
Doggone thing always conks out when you... Well, hello there! My name's special delivery Kluger, S.D. for short. Oh, I've got lots of letters for Santa today, and every year, they're the same. Some ask for toys, but a lot ask questions. Like, you take this one. I bet one of you wrote it. Child:
Dear Santa, why do you wear a red suit? Narrator:
I thought so. And this one... Child:
My turn. Dear Santa, why do you comedown the chimney when I'm asleep? Narrator:
How about these? Child:
Why do you have whiskers? Child:
Why do you live at the North Pole? Child:
Why do you leave presents? Child:
Why do you always come on Christmas Eve? Child:
Why do some people call you Kris Kringle? Child, Child, Child, Child:
Why? Why? Narrator:
Now, hold on, hold on! I can answer all your questions because I know everything about Santa. Now, Santa is a busy man. He has no time to play. He's got millions and millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day. So you'd better write your letter now and mail it right away, because he's getting ready with his reindeers and his sleigh. Narrator:
[singing]
So... you better watch out / You better not cry / You better not pout / I'm telling you why