Industrial Dispute

Santa stood in the warehouse Full of nearly empty shelves Last night they’d been ram raided By a bunch of discontented elves Recently infiltrated and recruited Into an association of packing staff Whose ideas and demands and wants Caused Santa to cynically laugh. He could have held out for longer That much was very clear But the clever blighters Had subverted his reindeer To make matters even worse Pushing poor Santa to the edge The blighters had gone and clamped His only working sledge Only thirty days to Christmas He knew of no other way Than to meet their demands For increased shift working pay He’d do what it took To bring things back on track And ensure he had enough To fill his mammoth sack He reached for the Gordon’s For one last large stiff gin Then went to arbitration With a forced and fixed grin