Poems

Elvish Ruckus

Elves around the yule log

singing merrily;

one pokes at the fire,

which sparks it scarily.

Others start to push, and then

shove others mercilessly.

Some begin to cry and yell,

shouting extremely loudly.

They wake the reindeer in the barn

who begin to bay ragingly.

Lights flicker on in the cabin;

the snow reflects brightly.

Santa opens up the door

and peers out intently,

“What’s going on out there!”

he bellows angrily.

One lone elf creeps to the door,

looking down bashfully;

“I’m sorry I started the ruckus, Santa,”

he sniffles softly.

Santa leans in and pats his back,

then smiles forgivingly.

 

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