When Santa flies home every year in his sleigh
He throws us a party on each Christmas Day.
We feast and we frolic. (It’s kind of a perk
To celebrate ending our annual work.)
For after each elf belly finally is full,
We pull on our parkas and mittens of wool
Then, joining our hands in an elfentine ring
Which circles the Arctic, we dance and we sing.
Our finale is fireworks which fill the night sky
With curtains of color that shimmer so high!
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