December 1st

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The little elf soared high in the night sky 

He couldn't wait to see his friend

Last Christmas Eve he had to say goodbye

For 48 weeks so much joy and cheer he couldn't send

Now was his chance, tonight was the night

He had 24 days bursting with ideas as he took his flight

The little boy slept now, awaiting his return

Remember to avoid the faithful dog sleeping at his feet, in the last years he quickly learned

"I'll be silent and stealthy, I mustn't ruin the surprise,

The child will soon rise, quickly I must hide!"

He zoomed through the house admiring the Christmas feeling throughout

Warm and bright, they were ready no doubt

And now he was here to add to the cheer

He couldn't wait to see the happiness on his dear friend's face

As he soon found a shelf where he swiftly took his place

Excitement and love, pure in his heart

He donned his cheerful smile

Of the holidays, this was his favorite part

To see the child's eyes fill with light

If even for a little while

He knew magic was nearby

And so on that shelf, he waited patiently with a twinkle in his eye

The boy awoke with a smile, "That was the best dream ever!"

In this dream he saw his elf as he flew through, quiet and clever

"Mama, mama! I had the best dream," through his bedroom he burst

As he described it in detail, his face beamed

Then quickly he realized, it was December 1st!

"Wow, quite a dream you had!" his mother exclaimed

But he no longer heard

For through the house he ran, "he must have came!"

So he began his search

It was the first day of December, his dream did not lie

He'd been so good all year - or at least he had tried

He wandered around, searching high and low

And soon there he was, right next to a big Christmas bow

In his usual red, perched high on a shelf

With that cheery familiar smile, was his trusty scout elf

"Mama, he came back!" said the boy full of joy, "will he be here a while?"

"Seems he will be," replied his mother with a tired smile

"All the way to Christmas Eve," she said, gulping coffee quite hungrily

Seems I have a lot of work ahead of me, she thought

Though the joy it brings him could not be store-bought

And so, just as with everything else she does

She will do so with grace

Just to see that beautiful brightness light up his face

The joy and magic of the Holidays belongs to us, you see

Our efforts all worth it, for that innocence and glee

We pass it on and pass it down, out of love for the young ones we hold dear

So that they may experience a bit of magic

If only for a few more years