Singing Elf
My sad story lacks glory, it's one of a kind,
I got tossed, lost and frightened, now I'm losing my mind.
After all it is Christmas, for one wish I care -
To get back with my buddies, please take me up there.
T'was the night before Christmas, on our last round,
Of delivering presents to this lovely town;
As we dropped the last parcel we broke out the wine,
Santa soon got too jolly and ran a stop sign.
First he swore, then he chuckled, and stomped on the brakes;
I first stumbled then toppled, that's all that it takes.
I fell hard off the darn sleigh, it wasn't a prank,
And I then landed headfirst into a snow bank.
Well, my pals did not notice there was one less elf,
Left abandoned I had to attend to myself;
I've been wandering here in a search of a clue
How to get back up there and back with my crew.
T'was the night before Christmas, not much of a crowd,
In the dark, cold and lonely, who could help me out?
Then I met a sweet lady, she said for a fee
She would take me "up there", if I would agree...
But, but then, oh my Goodness, oh Bother, oh Gosh!
She pulled down my green breeches, oh Jingle Bells Blush!
I kicked hard and screamed loud with all my elf's might,
That lady, so shady-like, gave me quite a fright!
On this night before Christmas I wish for a kind soul
That finds my way out and to the North Pole;
I will work so much harder the following year,
I will handpick all presents, help me please, dear!
I hear your sad song, friend, it's one of a kind,
And it's Christmas, it's gift time, so I'm going to find
The way out of this village and out of your mess!
I will take you up there in My Polar Express!
December 08, 2019
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2019
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