Albus got run over by a Thestral
walkin' home from Grimmauld Place Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Minerva, we believe.
He'd been drinkin' too much egg nog.
And we'd begged him not to go.
But he'd forgot his potion's,
and he'd apparated out the door into the snow.
When we found him Christmas mornin,'
at the scene of the attack.
He had hoof prints on his forehead,
And incriminatin' Claus marks on his back.
Albus got run over by a Thestral
walkin' home from Grimmauld Place Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Minerva, we believe.
Now were all so proud of Minnie.
She's been takin' this so well.
See her in there watchin' quidditch,
drinkin' scotch and playin' cards with cousin Tom.
It's not Christmas without Albus.
All the family dressed in black.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up his gifts or send them back?
Albus got run over by a Thestral
walkin' home from Grimmauld Place Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Minerva, we believe.
Now the goose is on the table.
And the pudding made of fig.
And a blue and silver candle,
that would just have matched the twinkle in his eye's.
I've warned all my friends and neighbors.
"Better watch out for yourselves."
They should never give a license,
to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.
Albus got run over by a Thestral
walkin' home from Grimmauld Place Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Minerva, we believe.
Albus got run over by a Thestral
walkin' home from Grimmauld Place Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Minerva, we believe.
Merry Christmas