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Up in the North Pole,
Lies the special man.
He gives his belly a shake,
And laughs until it aches.
There’s a blizzard outside,
But he has promises to keep.
With cookies and milk,
This trip should be a breeze,
Hopefully the reindeer won’t freeze!
He, Santa Claus, rises from his bed,
Ready for the night ahead!
Christmas sewing is - somewhat - enjoyable,
And almost always last minute!
The sounds of the machine echo
Through the house.
From the first to the twenty-fifth,
The sewing never stops!
We sew tea towels, embroider terry cloths,
Make pillowcases and more.
We have promises to keep,
And until then we shall not sleep!
In the end it’s always worth it,
For the happy faces
Of the ones,
who receive the gifts,
On Christmas,
Are irreplaceable!
Excited children wake in the morning to see,
Oh, where has the elf hidden?!
The elf on the shelf will always be goofy,
From rolling down the stairs in toilet paper,
To ‘elf-ercise’, to a marshmallow bath!
For today is the last day for which we see the elf,
We must have a grand goodbye!
Tonight, Santa arrives,
And in the morning, Christmas!
A very happy occasion with just one sad part,
We must say goodbye to our elf,
“Farewell elfy! See you next year!”
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