Our Finest Dreams sing and play along

We'll dim the lights.

The crowd will hush.

We'll start the overture and Beth will surely blush.

And when Clarissa starts to plead,

Christmas will exceed our finest dreams!

Meg, you will die, like none before.

The world will shudder when your body hits the floor.

For when Rodrigo makes you bleed,

Christmas will exceed our finest dreams!

Now Amy, as Clarissa, only passion is permissible.

This tragedy depends upon the fire in your eyes.

And Beth, when you're the mother,

you'll be noble, you'll be pure.

All hearts will melt the moment Mother cries.

I know you're tired.

I know it's hard.

But we will triumph when Rodrigo yells "engarde."

("Touché!") Our success is guaranteed!

Christmas will be thrilling.

Christmas will be gory.

Christmas will exceed our finest dreams.

I've got my boots and hat.

My mustache is curled.

I'm making my entrance now with curtains unfurled.

I'll show them all I'm no little woman in a dress all buttoned and pearled.

I'm ready to take a bow.

I've taken a solemn vow,

with all that I am, somehow:

Christmas Christ mas

will exceed our finest dreams!