John Bolton & Liz Callaway act one finale

Goodbye, Red-Ryder!
Your dream is over! Dying! Dead!
There's no way you'll get that gun
When you've just said that word you said!
It's a disaster! There's nothing worse!
'Cause Christmas doesn't come
For little kiddies who curse!
This year...
How 'bout a big lump of coal?
This year...
No pretty presents from the North Pole!
Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!
There's not enough time! Ah!
You're almost nearly close to getting
Nothing now for Christmas!
A filthy mouth no parent would allow
This close to Christmas!
It's 17, 041 minutes away!
(And getting closer!)
You're almost nearly getting close to having the most lousy, lonely, dreadful, dreary, horrid, pallid, poor, pathetic, botched, and ruined...
You can't run and you can't hide!
Forget the gun, forget Red-Ryder!
Christmas day! Ah!