Intro— sleigh bells, one warm voice, almost spoken
Snow on the hill and the lanterns are lit,
So what do you want? Come on — out with it!
A new Timblemoon Christmas song
Words by Wilma Nix. Bram wants speed, Puff wants warmth, Soot wants an oven the size of the house — and Grandpa Rusk just wants everybody here.
Sleigh bells, lanterns and the whole village asking the same question around the fire.
Download the videoChorus — everybody
What do you want, what do you want,
What do you want for Christmas?
Ask around the fire and you'll find out soon —
EVERYBODY wants something in Timblemoon!
Snow on the hill and the lanterns are lit,
So what do you want? Come on — out with it!
I don't want a whistle, I don't want a drum,
I don't want a pocket full of peppermint gum.
I want it red and I want it fast,
I want it FIRST and I won't be last —
A sled! A sled! With runners of steel!
Oh, what do you want for Christmas?
I don't want a scarf and I don't want a hat,
(Well — maybe a beanie. I'll settle for that.)
I want some mittens, warm and grand...
But I haven't got a single hand!
Oh, what do you want for Christmas?
What do you want, what do you want,
What do you want for Christmas?
Ask around the fire and you'll find out soon —
EVERYBODY wants something in Timblemoon!
I don't want a saucer, I don't want a mouse,
I want an oven the size of the house!
Butter and sugar and cinnamon too,
And thirty-eight cookies for each of you.
Oh, what do you want for Christmas?
I've got a light but it's terribly small —
I want one BIG enough for all!
I don't want a bell, I don't want a bow,
I want to pull the sleigh through the snow!
Oh, what do you want for Christmas?
Now me? I'm made of burlap and hay,
And I've wanted the same thing every day:
Not a thing in a box, not a thing on a shelf —
Just everybody here... and not by myself.
What do you want, what do you want,
What do you want for Christmas?
Ask around the fire and you'll find out soon —
EVERYBODY wants something in Timblemoon!
(Something in Timblemoon!)
Timblemoon, Timblemoon,
Up the hill and up with the moon!
Lift your light, however small —
Timblemoon has room for all!
The song is the question the whole village asks in Book Three. By the last page, Bram learns that what he wanted most was already waiting on the hill.