Santa's Elves

A crowd of little rascals,
With stockings on their head.
Sneaked up through the garden,
In coats of brightest red.

They reminded me of fairies,
A joyful flock of strays.
Who spoke beneath a whisper,
And were cunning in their ways.

Their ears were very pointed,
And their faces in a grin.
And from every frosty window,
They tip-toed peeking-in.

It was getting close to Christmas,
They were checking as they stood.
Just how was I deserving,
And if I was being good.

They invaded so completely,
On the stairway...on the shelf.
For those pesky little fellows,
Was a horde of Santa's elves.


E.P. 1908 - 1989