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Title: Santa’s Gettin’ Ready
Genre: Dark Winter Funk / Orchestral Flip
Mood: Cinematic, cold, funny, swagger
Energy: Icy intro → groove verses → orchestral drops → simple catchy chorus
Vocal Style: Clean male lead, clear and confident
BPM: 145
Key: Minor
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[Intro – icy cinematic mood
**Snow crunching under boots, brass humming low, sleigh bells tapping slow, strings swelling through cold night air.**
**Santa stretching his shoulders, packing the sleigh, frost blowing off the reins.**]
[Verse 1 – gearing up before takeoff]
He’s brushing off the sleigh, knocking frost from the rails,
Loading every toy box, double-checking all the trails.
He’s checking that list twice ’cause he won’t miss a name,
Every kid accounted so the night runs the same.
Gloves tight, coat zipped, breath clouding in the cold,
Moonlight on the workshop makes the whole scene bold.
Reindeer stomping steady while they wait for the call,
Santa nods once—yeah, he’s ready for it all.
[Pre-Drop Build – winter pressure
**Choir hum rising, sleigh bells tightening tempo, deep brass pushing forward into tension.**]
[Drop 1 – orchestral funk (instrumental only)
**Massive brass hits, frosty percussion, icy bass swells, sleigh bells cutting through as the sleigh launches.**]
[Chorus – simple & catchy]
Santa’s gettin’ ready, ho ho ho,
Bundle up tight ’cause he’s bound to go.
Santa’s gettin’ ready, through the snow,
Big red coat and he’s runnin’ the show.
Santa’s gettin’ ready, ho ho ho,
Night’s on deck and he won’t go slow.
Santa’s gettin’ ready, you all know—
When he hits that sky, that whole world glows.
[Verse 2 – stuffed from cookies + Rudolph acting up later]
Dozens of houses in and he’s feelin’ that ache,
Too many damn cookies for his stomach to take.
Chocolate chips, sugar swirls from every stove shelf,
He keeps muttering, “They’re tryna kill me with wealth.”
He’s waddling down chimneys with a sigh and a groan,
Whispering, “Please… no more icing,” in a tired, low tone.
Rudolph starts acting wild once the sugar kicks in late,
Pulling hard on the reins like he’s challenging fate.
Santa holds on tight with a full, aching gut,
Trying not to hurl as the sleigh jolts and cuts.
Still hitting every rooftop, still keeping the pace—
Cookies in his belly, frost biting at his face.
[Build 2 – final push
**Deep toms thundering, sleigh bells spiraling fast, strings coiling with intensity as Rudolph snorts fire.**]
[Drop 2 – big orchestral finale (instrumental only)
**Cinematic brass blasting, icy bass rolling, winter percussion storming as Santa powers through the last stretch.**]
[Outro Chorus – grand finale]
Santa’s gettin’ ready, ho ho ho,
Bundle up tight ’cause he’s bound to go.
Santa’s gettin’ ready, through the snow,
Big red coat and he’s runnin’ the show.
Santa’s gettin’ ready, ho ho ho,
Night’s on deck and he won’t go slow.
Santa’s gettin’ ready, you all know—
When he hits that sky, that whole world glows.
Whubbmaster
