The Christmas Wee Folk
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.