Twas a few weeks before Christmas when all through toy land, the
elves were tired and cold, looking for warmth and sand.
They were way ahead of schedule in toy building and packing, but the
elves were exhausted, and break time was lacking.
So they pulled out a map and came up with a plan. They’d take a
vacation to an exotic warm land.
They borrowed the sleigh and yelled out the call;
Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On
Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of
the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
They flew through the night and things were going just great. The
sleigh’s GPS guiding, they’d be in the sand no later than eight. But up
out of nowhere a storm blew in from the east, with thunder roaring like
a frightening beast.
The elves were lost, scared, and their GPS had no fix, it suddenly had
an arrival by six. A beach and a view was all the elves wanted, but their
arrival showed nothing the vacation was stunted.
They split up and ventured away from the sleigh, seeking a resort,
some cocoa and somewhere to stay. They’ve been lost now for days
with no clue what to do, scattered and lost across South Pittsburgh, it’s
true!
Santa has called us, he’s counting on his South Pittsburgh kin, go find
his elves – to save Christmas we must all pitch in!