Santa's Distress
Pity the hardworking Christmas elves,
The toys are all gone from the long shelves,
Santa's in a big uproar.
Quick about it! Make some more!
The poor elves are all beside them-selves.
Well I haven't had my Christmas cheer!
Has it come from where it's made this year?
Time's passing, hurry it up.
Pour me a big, brimming cup,
We won't be late if I have my beer!
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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