We’ll Toast Champagne While the Chimneys Burn

Ladies and gentlemen, the curtains ignite,
A velvet sleigh cuts through the night,
Top‑hat sparkle, champagne grin,
He pirouettes as the show begins.

Trumpets blare, the spotlight sways,
He’s sipping starlight, sharp cabernet,
Every rooftop is a stage—
Santa sings in gilded rage.

Oh, Santa, maestro of the masquerade,
With candy‑cane batons and brass parades,
You turn December into cabaret,
Velvet sleighbells, velvet sleighbells,
Ring away, ring away!

Stockings swing like chandeliers,
He scribbles joy in cursive cheers,
A flourish, bow, a sly encore,
The crowd’s in rapture, begging more.

Spotlight on the snowfall,
Confetti made of frost,
He waltzes past the clocktower,
No second ever lost.

“Ladies, gents, and elves of the pit,
Raise your glasses, let’s commit—
To velvet nights and sugar highs,
Santa’s sleigh is dressed in ties!”

Oh, Santa, maestro of the masquerade,
With candy‑cane batons and brass parades,
You turn December into cabaret,
Velvet sleighbells, velvet sleighbells,
Ring away, ring away!

Curtains fall, champagne dawn,
But echoes of his song live on,
Velvet sleighbells, velvet sleighbells…
Encore till the dawn.

Pop punk Christmas song, Vaudeville flair, theatrical, male, live