Listen to me every man, woman, and child,
and you’ll hear of the day, the North Pole went wild.
It all started out on a cold day in winter,
when good old St. Nicholas, sat down on a splinter.
Santa shot up in the air, as he let out a roar;
that shattered each window, and shook every door.
Wee Elf was trembling, as Wee hid in his room,
what could it have been? A jet’s sonic boom?
Wee Elf was hiding, beneath Wee’s Wee bed,
shivering and shaking, filled full of Wee dread,
Wee lay there a while, when Wee heard a shout,
“Help me, help me, please get it out!!!”
Wee came out of hiding, and crept down the hall,
to Santa’s office, where all curled in a ball,
Santa Claus lay, so Wee Elf did enter,
with Santa Claus pleading, “I’m impaled by a splinter,
Wee must pull it out, it’s in my tail end,
please help me out, my dear Wee Elfin friend.”
Santa’s request, gave Wee Elf much pause,
“You have to be kidding, not Wee, Santa Claus,”
Wee started begging, ‘til Wee practically cried,
“don’t make Wee operate, on Santa’s backside,”
But Santa persisted, so Wee got some wee tweezers,
Wee gave a wee yank, giving tweezers a squeazers,
Much to Wee Elf’s relief, the splinter came free,
splinterless Santa, shouted “thank you dear Wee,”
The elves and the reindeer, immediately thereafter,
were all on the floor, rolling in laughter,
But Santa was happy, his derriere now pain free,
with Wee Elf as embarrassed, as a Wee Elf can be.
The moral of course, now that my Wee tale is done,
Santa plus splinter, equals crack up, in more ways than one.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Wee night!!!