Give them something utterly useless, like this album.
This exists in the hopes that some poor soul may lapse hard enough in judgement to purchase it as a Christmas gift for their kid. A corporate think-tank has simultaneously butchered every Christmas carol these songs are based on, relinquished any remaining credibility the Madagascar penguins had of possibly being funny and lured session musicians into undermining their integrity by committing such utter codswallop to record. If your kid is being a pain in the arse this Christmas, don’t put coal in their stocking. Give them something utterly useless, like this album.