In a distant icy hinterland,
Frost crystals form the winterland
Of an alabaster polar hemisphere.
A village on this planet-top,
Where elves and Santa have a shop
And toys are manufactured all the year.
Except, that is, on Christmas day
When elves and Santa park his sleigh,
A respite from their toy delivery quest.
Tomorrow they may make again
The dolls that talk, the tops that spin,
But on December 25th they rest.
Around the hour of two o’clock
From near and far they run, they walk,
Assembled on the frozen village square.
Tidings of comfort joyfully ring.
Hearts melt within, they gladly sing.
Their voices drift upon the glacial air.
While Santa feeds the reindeer snacks,
Good Rudolph and the elves relax,
No cares or burdens hound them on this day.
The merry from their labor rest.
The elves and Santa, warmly dressed
This frozen polar northland holiday.
Then Mrs. Claus takes Santa home,
Off to their frozen igloo dome.
It's time for Santa's bubble bath, and quiet.
Then late night snacks, the fruitcake
Washed down with eggnog milkshake.
Tomorrow starts his new year ...and his diet!
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