In the quiet town of whoville, everybody loves Christmas.
But high up in the mountains, someone-something does not.
Some say he's a myth.
Some say he's just a reclusive who, driven mad by the noise, noise, noise, noise.
Others say he is pure evil.
From his dark cave he watches, and he waits.
He sees you when you're sleeping,
He knows when you're awake,
It doesn't matter if you've been bad or good.
You're life, he's going to take.
In Theaters This Christmas