The ‘S’ Elf
In early days of Christmas land
Young Santa’s only aid
Was one, small elf who did the chore
Made toys, but seldom played.
So smart, so swift, so spry was he,
So speedy he became,
So skilled, so spirited with smiles,
That ‘S’ was soon his name.
Then as one Christmas Eve drew nigh
And ‘S’ checked Santa’s list,
He matched each name with gifts he’d made
To see no one was missed.
Both climbed atop the shiny sleigh
Then flew o’er lands and seas.
And one by one all gifts were placed
In stockings and by trees.
And as their journey neared the end,
Their list one name contained.
They searched the sleigh and sacks for trees,
But not a gift remained.
Young Santa soon grew quite perplexed
With nothing to impart.
He knew a lady yet not served
And sorrow filled his heart.
A once-strong woman full of love
In action, thought and deed,
But recent tragedies and pain
Had left her much in need.
As they approached her dwelling place
In barren, desert land,
Young Santa turned to ‘S;’ and said,
"I hope you’ll understand."
Then Santa gave her all ‘twas left,
Concluding to himself,
"The greatest gift at any time
Is when you give your ‘S’ elf!"
- Author Unkown