by Darius Durga

I awake everyday to help Santa with the sleigh.
From today, tomorrow, and any other day.
Just one thank you or pleasing remark he would never say.
"Fetch the gifts and the naughty list", he would laugh in a way.
Nobody ever realizes the jobs we elves have today.
We wrap the gifts for the nice and for the naughty we pray.
We also clean the workshop and make sure the reindeer stay.
We elves are packed in this shop like a cookie tray.
I ask to help deliver the gifts on Christmas Day.
And all I receive is Santa's words "Excuse me, Mr. Ray."
I repeat my question and his face becomes as stiff as clay.
He later denies me and back to the workshop I lay.
Santa can be nice but he is sometimes cold as a bay.
When he is nice I can feel the month of May.
When he is angry, it is like a dragon someone should slay.
To tell you the truth, an elf's job is neither a yay or a nay.
You wake up in the morning, see elves, and say good day.
My job is a unique mission statement I would not betray.
We elves work very hard for joy with no pay.
But I do like to see children happy – from Anne to Jay.
I do not want to see any child mad and grey.
I always love to see children happy and willing to play.
So there goes Santa, he gazes at me, and goodbye I say.
Another disappointed Christmas for me I can only replay.
For the day I can get credit as Santa, I will pray.