Snow Miser's Men: He's Mister White Christmas, he's Mister Snow. He's Mr. Icicle, he's Mister 10 below.
Snow Miser: Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch. I'm too much.
Snow Miser: Don't be such a stranger! Come around with your husband, we'll have a blizzard! Ha ha ha ha.
Heat Miser: Oh, some like it hot, but I like it really hot.