City street lights, through the ice fog, Blink a bright red and green,
As the shoppers skid home with their treasures,
Hear the snow squeak, feel the nose tweaked, 'Tis monoxide's big scene,
And above all the bustle, you see
Arctic haze, Arctic haze
It's Christmas time in the Northlands,
See the fog, smell the smog,
Soon it will be Christmas day.
In the taiga, on the tundra, Mines and factories expand,
And their high stacks pour forth lots of carbon,
Heat the air up, melt the ice sheets, Bring the oceans on land,
And in Arctic air masses you see
Arctic haze, Arctic haze
It's Christmas time in the Northlands,
See the fog, smell the smog,
Soon it will be Christmas day.
