How Braxton the Elf Saved Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and up at the pole
The Elves were trying, but their mechanic was sick,
He stared at his poor sleigh, tipped over on its side.
Oh what had possessed him to let Braxton the Elf
Braxton had no sense. He was a short little fool.
While the rest of the Elf population loved work,
Braxton was into mischief and always in the way,
So when Braxton asked Santa to borrow the sleigh
“Oh what a mistake! What a colossal blunder!”
The sleigh’s runner was twisted beyond all repair
“How can I let down all those little girls and boys?”
As Santa fretted and fumed he heard a small peep.
It was Braxton the Elf, looking humble and small,
He smiled and he stopped the Chief Elf with a hand
Santa looked down at Braxton and simply said, “Yes?”
“No! No more of your hair brained ideas,” said the Chief,
“Now Chief,” said Santa, “Let’s hear what he has to say.”
“Santa, I’m sorry I drove the sleigh off the ridge.”
“Remember when they came to the Pole for repairs.”
Santa nodded. He remembered the contractor.
“But the truck Santa, the truck came loaded with stuff.”
“And when the Missus called, they got here very fast.”
The Chief Elf said, “This is crazy. It is insane.”
Santa grinned and said, “Chief, it seems we must hurry.”
“We’ve got to rig up a harness for the reindeer”
A surprised dispatcher took a call from the Chief,
And he paged the technician, presently on call.
The tech understood and said goodbye to his wife.
The technician arrived in uniformed splendor,
The tech watched amazed as the Elves emptied the truck.
They packed in the toys the way that only Elves can
They finished on time and Santa told the deer, “Go.”
And that is the story of how Braxton the Elf
Merry Christmas to all. Happy Hanukkah too.
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