@warandpeas

Well that explains what happened next:

Down in the workshop all the elves were makin toys
For the good gentile girls and the good gentile boys
When the boss busted in nearly scared em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye
"Merry Christmas to all, now you're all gonna die"
The night Santa went crazy