Those Giggling Christmas Elves

The elves are fighting over the Christmas bell again. It is fragile and ringing, underneath my fat chin. I will wish you a merry Christmas, my darling friend. Before I clobber those elves. Will that damned ringing end? Oh, man, they are poltergeists, and they have run into a wall. I am frantic now, for they are less than four inches tall. They can do a lot of damaging in there, without a chamber pot. Have a terrific New Year’s, also. You are the only friend I’ve got. Those giggling devils have turned out the light. This clearly ain’t right!