Santa Gets Help The elves helped Santa to pack up the sleigh, It was time for him to be on his way. Reindeer snorted and stamped their feet, They'd have to hurry; there was a deadline to beat. With a "Hey dancer, Ho Prancer," the sled began, Bells tinkled merrily, as the reindeer ran. Santa perched high on gifts brightly wrapped, Hanging on fast to his wind-whipped cap. Upwards, upwards, into night's starry sky, Santa's sled flew, darkened lands rushing by. Then, off in the distance, a city's bright lights. The sled slows down, work begins for the night. "Stop Dancer, Stop Prancer - Whoa there, my boys. Its time to give presents to good girls and boys." Then reindeer started and snorted in fright As Santa yelled furiously, out into the night. "Argh! Good heavens, we've lost some, we'll have to go back. Oh why didn't the elves put them all in my sack?" Poor Santa stood scratching his head in dismay, For he didn't know now what to do or to say. Then, Rudolph noticed a strange, distant sight As he called to Santa in a voice of delight. "Look Santa! Look there! I do believe Its a whirlwind of parcels and falling leaves." "No whirlwind is that," Santa said at last, For those leaves are dresses, and flying fast. My gosh! My goodness! I do declare! Those parcels are carried by fairies fair." The reindeer looked, and blinked at the sight Of wee fairies beneath flying parcels so bright. Santa smiled and waved with glee Then threw his cap into the air as he yelled, "Yippee!" All through the night, that Christmas eve Even if you'd seen it, you would not believe. For fairies were flitting to and fro As Santa directed where gifts were to go. But if you listen close, you just might hear, The whirring of wings 'midst the Christmas cheer. For the fairies decided it was all good fun And so their annual helpout has now begun. Copyright Gipseegal