Yes, you are. *sees someone coming* Ohno, it's the Snow Miser!
Snow Miser: I'm Mister White Christmas
I'm Mister Snow
I'm Mister Icicle
I'm Mister Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser,
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
I'm too much!
Chorus: He's Mister White Christmas
He's Mister Snow
Snow Miser: That's right!
Chorus: He's Mister Icicle
He's Mister Ten Below
Snow Miser: Friends call me Snow Miser,
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
Chorus: He's too much!
Snow Miser: I never want to know a day
That's over forty degrees
I'd rather have it thirty,
Twenty, ten, five and let it freeeeEEEEEEeeze!
Chorus: He's Mister White Christmas
He's Mister Snow
Snow Miser: That's right!
Chorus: He's Mister Icicle
He's Mister Ten Below
Snow Miser: Friends call me Snow Miser,
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
...too much.
Everybody: Too Much!
Geesh, he's been following me all over the place lately. Don't worry, I'll find a way to get rid of him before the new year, Alpha's honor.