The Christ­mas Wee Folk

The Northland Age - - Opinion -

They say that fairies, gob­lins and elves And the wee folk of the mist

Are a fig­ment of imag­i­na­tion

And that they just do not ex­ist.

I can tell you that they’re wrong,

For they are ev­ery­where,

They help Santa in his task

And of­ten drive me to de­spair.

The fairies fly to and fro Car­ry­ing mes­sages here and there, Gob­lins, elves, and lit­tle folk

Fill­ing or­ders ev­ery­where.

Lit­tle hands and tools fly, Con­struc­tion at its best,

Mak­ing toys, and other stuff,

Much more than you will ever guess. And as Christ­mas fast ap­proaches The tempo rises fast,

Late or­ders from lit­tle chil­dren Caus­ing such a fuss.

And you may very well ask,

How so much is de­liv­ered in so lit­tle time? Well the wee folk shrink ev­ery­thing With tech­nol­ogy so re­fined.

It is shrunk down so small

That you could never ever see,

Then re­con­sti­tuted in ev­ery house Around the Christ­mas tree

These facts I tell to you

Even though it may be hard to be­lieve, For the lit­tle peo­ple have been here Long be­fore you and me.

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