The Elf That Only Worked With WoodA Poem by George David Hope
THE ELF THAT ONLY WORKED WITH WOOD
Out in Santa's grotto Sits a lonely little elf His tools for making toys Gathering dust upon a shelf He never gets a job for toys He only works with wood So when it comes to modern toys He isn't very good The other elves sit all in rows All working on the line But he hasn't made a toy in years To make him feel so fine Some of the elves torment him Passing notes underneath his door "Please can you make a tooth pick Can it be done by four" Santa saw he was unhappy The lack of jobs had made him low He looked sadly at Mrs Claus and said "I'm going to have to let him go He's really been a good elf But technology has hit him hard" He sat down to work out what he was owed For his redundancy card Now 10 days before Christmas All the worlds power did go out "How can we continue to make toys" The elves began to shout But then they remembered the wise old elf How in his room he did hide They knew what they had to do So they all queued up outside Gently they gave a knock There was something they had to say The old elf thought it was another prank And shouted "Go away" "We really need a favour From an elf with just your skills All the worlds power has gone out They must not have paid their bills" But still he wasn't biting The door stayed firmly shut "We're sorry if we've been horrid A right pain in your butt But there is a situation One that's really not so good The only toys that will save Christmas Are those made out of wood" From behind them came a bigger voice From a bearded man dressed all in red "The elves really need your help Please listen to what's being said" The elf inside unlocked the door And one by one in they stepped To room full of colourful things Where wonderful toys were kept Strange tools they'd never seen before Were hanging all around Wooden toys of different types Lined up on the ground "We'll have to get a move on There isn't any time to slack We won't have time to sleep" But all the elves stared back "We don't know how to make these toys We've never worked with wood We'd really love to help you But our toys won't be any good" "I'm sorry you'll just have to try Just do what I do So gather around and concentrate" But they didn't have a clue All the elves stood and watched As the tools began to purr He worked so fast and skillfully It really was a blur In only a few minutes A train was on the bench But the elf he wasn't stopping His eagerness he couldn't quench After oh so many quiet years His tools no longer full of dust Now he can finally prove his worth He didn't show no signs of rust One by one they picked up tools The pile of toys began to grow Feeling bad for all their name calling As his skills to them he did show Working non stop till Christmas Eve Until all the toys were made All packed up on Santa's sleigh A disaster they did evade So because of that wise old elf Who could only work in wood All the worlds children had a Christmas That was very very good
© 2018 George David HopeAuthor's Note
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