Christmas Elf

Christmas Poem

There was three little boys all full of Christmas cheer.
Spreading oats on the lawn for Santa's reindeer.
Then the youngest blurted out, what about the elf?
The oldest chuckled but he's up on the shelf.

I hurried them into the house it was getting quite late.
I had to remind them , soon Santa will be on his way.
There was a tug on my sleeve as we walked in the door.
Never seen such a sad look on his little face before.

The tears began leaving a trail down his rosy cheeks.
His chin began to quiver as he attempted to speak.
I swept him up and asked what is a matter.
He nuzzled in close as his teeth began to chatter.

Will Santa take him away I don't want him to go.
Will he have to go back to the North Pole?
His tear brimmed eyes gazed up into mine.
Son he's a magical creature he can't stay behind.

He'll return next thanksgiving, up on that shelf.
Stirring up trouble that crazy little elf.
What if he forgets us and never comes back.
I don't want him to leave in Old Saint Nick's sac.

How can he forget you? He will see you soon.
He hopped off my lap and ran straight to his room.
Only to return with a picture and compass in hand.
Placed them next to his and explained his plan.

That's me, Quin and Jesse so you won't forget.
The we will give you, when you reach our door step.
My scouting compass it's always shown me the way.
In case you take a wrong turn on Santa's sleigh.

And then I tucked each of them into bed.
Snuggled in with my husband, laid down my head.
Awoke to my boys giggling from the living room.
Mom look at all the presents there something for you.

My youngest paused for a moment in front of the shelf.
There was a space in the dust where once sat an elf.
He took the compass and picture to the North Pole.
Along with the love of a five year old.

His eyes glistened as he smiled at me.
And he dove in to the presents under the tree.
Then Christmas quickly passed and so did that year.
And he cleared a space as thanksgiving neared.

He woke up friday morning ran to that shelf.
But it was quite empty there was no elf.
He cried out and I ran to his side.
He didn't come back Mommy you lied.

Son you need to look around I'm sure he is here.
He tore threw the house swore he looked every where.
He went back to his room hanging his head.
Slamming his door and plopped down on his bed.

He let out a yelp something poked him quite hard.
It was his own compass that caught him off guard.
Right in his window sat that old elf.
He wanted to see you so he skipped the shelf.