Santa Claus was feeling blue,
Poor Rudolph had the reindeer flu,
My oh my, what can I do?
To Mrs. Claus, did Santa stew,
Santa summoned forth his elves,
From their shop with toy filled shelves,
I need suggestions, make them quick,
Because poor Rudolph still is sick,
Tomorrow night is Christmas Eve,
Without red nose, how can I leave?
I will get lost, won't find Tibet,
Will probably crash into some jet,
All the children, for whom you've toiled,
Will be in tears, their Christmas spoiled,
The elves they thought, and thought and thought,
Not one idea, all was for naught,
Elves work hard, but aren't real bright,
Their bulbs are dim, there's not much light,
Then from the back, said elf so wee,
That Santa Claus, could barely see,
I have a thought, I'd like to help,
The others laughed, you foolish whelp,
You are too small, such tiny elf,
Can't even reach, toys' bottom shelf,
Santa laughed, went HO HO HO!!!
Tell me what you think you know,
Wee elf replied, use fireflies,
Their blinks will light up Christmas skies.
On Christmas Eve, if you're awake,
And to the skies, a gander take,
I have a thought, that you'll be thinking,
I now know why the stars are blinking.