Re-Assigned Sugar Plum Elf

I had barely escaped the cat’s enormous paws When I found myself in fairyville Santa Claus What is this place I ventured to ask? The answer was a surprising gasp. Are you new? The red robin queried with dismay. Apparently I was to be someone else that day. I am a sugar plum elf, newly-re-assigned, I said. So he took me to a dorm where I went to bed. Whirling dream faeries kept me up all night Laughing and tittering, left and right. I put the pillow all over myself, Now sorry I was a sugar plum elf. Real Santa Claus never came to this part of town. But his wife Lou did, when she was not feeling down. They showed me how to make fabulous wooden toys, For the giant girls, and the really giant boys. I stayed hidden as I ran between Santa’s workshops, Not wanting to be captured by anything that hops. The cat is stealthily, you will be eaten, they said. But if that was true, I would already be dead.