We Are His Elves…
Have you been good? Have you been great?
Go to bed early, And don’t stay up late
Tonight is the eve, Of your favourite day
Go to sleep quickly, St. Nick’s on his sleigh
You are my pride, You are my joy
It’s now time for dreams, My beautiful boy
Eyes closed tightly, Breathing is deep
I’m sneaking off now, As you are asleep
Time to wrap presents, No time for a pause
If only you knew, There’s no Santa Clause
A glass of sherry, A slurp of beer
I’ve finished the gifts, And Christmas is near
I drift off to dreamland, All’s calm and serene
In the distance I see, A wintry scene
Snow fills the skies, Of this faraway land
But a sense of warmth, Radiates from my hand
I’ve no idea how, Or from where he came
But I sense already, That I know his name
With white beard flowing, And coat red as brick
This cheery old fellow, It must be Saint Nick
I’m dreaming I know, Too much sherry for me
They can’t be true, These things that I see
“This is no dream, I am very real
You people grow up, And forget how to feel”
You are an illusion, A trick of my mind
But I love this vision, Of one who’s so kind
But I know the truth, As adults we know
There’s no truth to the tale, Of the man from the snow
Us grown-ups buy presents, We wrap them ourselves
It’s no kind of magic, And there are no elves
No flying reindeer, No nose glowing bright
No jolly old man, In the sky late at night
What happened then, I remember it well
A wonderous truth, He began to tell
“You buy the presents, From the shop shelves
Then wrap them because, You are my elves”
“You are my workers, My ears and my eyes
When your work is done, I come from the skies”
“How could I know, Who’s been good, who’s been bad?
And how could I tell, Which gifts should be had?”
“Only the parents, Of the wonderful children
Know which presents, Should really be given”
“So there is your truth, It’s no Christmas fable
As true and as real as, The babe in the stable”
“So what do I do? What purpose have I?
When I visit each home, From up in the sky”
“I bring the magic, I bring the joy
I bring the smiles, To each girl and boy”
“Take this from me, My present to you
Remember me well, As I do you”
“The one who had nothing, The one who would pray
“Please let him come, The man with the sleigh” ”
“Take this with you, This hat, crimson red
Off you go now and, Back to your bed”
“Back to your home, To the ones that you keep
All peaceful and quiet, Everyone now asleep”
With that I awake, It is Christmas morn
Celebration of when, The child was born
I slowly remember, The fanciful sight
Of the cheery old man, And my dreams in the night
I know he’s not real, I know it’s not right
But a wonderful thought, That somehow he might
I arise from my bed, All cosy and snug
To see my family, And give them a hug
But wait, something strange, And wait, what is that?
On top of my head, It’s the crimson red hat
It wasn’t a dream, No, no, he is real!
A huge sense of warmth, I begin to feel
So there is the truth, We must remember ourselves
Santa is real, And we are his elves!
Merry Christmas from the Team at myfm
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