You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list,
Checking it twice;
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice.
Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake

You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town


When Finland woke up in the morning , got ready for his duties, and was about to get dressed for the day, he didn't expect to find in his cupboard a bright red-and-white costume from last year's celebrations. Taking it out of the cupboard and setting it down, he confirmed in his mind that it was the Santa Claus costume he had previously worn, and his heart skipped a little beat as he remembered why it was him who took on the responsibility of making Christmas the happiest season for people everywhere around the world.

Santa, or rather Father Christmas, was very literally the Father of Christmas. Jolly and goodness knows how old with a white beard and little hair, he was supposed to ride around in a sleigh pulled by magical flying reindeer and deliver presents to the good boys and girls out there. Finland didn't know until a while back that Santa was just an old folk tale, and ever since then it broke his heart to see children everywhere offering up cookies and milk to the old man and his inexistent reindeer.

So, then, it was his responsibility to be that jolly old man to the children- well, he said old man, but it was more like skinny nation in reality. Every year after that fateful day he rode on a sleigh with presents and not only delivered them to children but the other countries, often getting the other Nordic countries to help him out in regards to what they wanted.

Placing the costume back in the cupboard, Finland smiled warmly, but a feeling of worry suddenly hit him.

Will I be able to do it all this year?

He took a moment to think, then began to laugh quietly to himself, closing the cupboard.

I'll be fine.