Twas in the Christmas of '09 i went on a stroll serene
to my favorite quiet place amongst the evergreens
twas there I saw a merry elf, he said, now come with me
lets travel to the farthest north where the ice doth reign supreme
I was so dazzled and enthralled and I gave him my hand
and we flew like comets through the sky
to the strangest wintery land
the horns did blow as we approached, a carpet was unfurled
the ice flies buzzed and the snow seals barked and the icy wind mills whirled
The merry elf with a cheeky smile, said, come in and have some tea
for we have reached the farthest north where the ice doth reign supreme
and we walked inside his warm abode where he put the kettle on
And there I saw the strangest sight, steam shaped like pentagons
The elf said make yourself at home, theres a tv and croquet (some clay)
Or rest like a guest on the west guest bed, the one with the silk duvet
He handed me the finest teacup I had ever seen
And as I sipped I felt such bliss that I fell down to sleep
When I awoke I was outside, the elves were gathered round me
They held each other’s little hands and danced round fervently
The song they sang was old and wild, the words I did not know
The ice flutes played and the snow seals sang and the sun set o’er the snow
Slowly then a ball of light descended from the sky
And a lowly lowly a deep voice said now the time is nigh
You are the new anointed one, the next bold santa claus
And I looked up and there was a seal with a green wreath in his paws
He said, my child, now kneel before the magic wreath of old
Your fate will be forever more entwined with green and gold
The sacred wreath I now bestow upon your lucky brow
You have been blessed to walk the path of Santa starting now
I felt my life flash before my eyes, humble tho it may be
My small business making scented candles and pottourri
I’d miss my husband and my child I’d miss my little home
So I looked the great seal in the eye and then I told him no
I will not be your santa claus you must find someone else
For though my life may seem quite small I love it above all else
The elves looked round in fear and shock for they had never known
A Santa crowned, who’d stood her ground, and told their master no
Now I sit beside my hearth, & look out at the evergreens
Sipping tea from the finest teacup I have ever seen
My home is filled with wondrous smells of candles and potpourri
And I thank my lucky stars I’m not where the ice doth reign supreme
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