Bibble, the Clumsiest Elf
If you’ve ever been to the cold North Pole,
The journey’s so long, it takes quite a toll.
You must find the bakery, please don’t delay.
The delicious smells will give it away.
They’ll make you crave a Christmas sweet,
And when it comes to cooking, there’s one you must meet.
Bibble the Elf is the best chef and baker,
The Sugar Plum , Cookie, and Bon-Bon Maker.
He’ll fill you to pop when your tummy starts itchin’.
His cookies are flawless, the milk is sublime.
The gingerbread chewy, the cider in its prime.
His cocoa is creamy, and served with marshmallow.
If you like peanut brittle, then this is your fellow.
There’s just one thing that makes Bibble nervous,
And that is when it comes to his service.
Bibble is old and he has no grace,
He’s been known to fall flat on his face.
He trips, he totters, and sometimes he stumbles
His cakes are all ruined, the cookies in crumbles.
He’s ruined so many savory confections…
It’s such a waste of yummy perfection.
But the North Pole has many “Pole Pals” to be fed,
And Bibble cooks for each and every head.
The toy elves like cakes; the elf choir likes pies.
Boss Bruno likes his candy, and it’s really no surprise…
The most important job is to keep Santa happy,
With it’s cookies and milk, and make it snappy!
Bibble knows everyone’s most favorite meal.
Then he stirs, he mixes, he dices and peels.
But each time he goes out on a Special Delivery,
His clumsiness comes out, no matter how slippery!
And each time Bibble would say with a hiccup,
“Don’t worry Bruno, I’ll start to pick up.”
“My knees are too knobby, my hands are too shaky,”
”But no one can touch my wonderful baking!”
”But no one can touch my wonderful baking!”
“I want to help Santa, I just want to please…
By sharing my wonderful recipes!”
But one day when everyone at the North Pole
Was working all night to meet their toy goal,
Bruno burst in to the kitchen irate,
“Bibble,” he shouted, “our dinner is late!”
“Santa is hungry! He’s lost all his twinkle!
The reindeer are pawing for their oats and sprinkles!”
“You must get to work! Go get to your oven.
And fix up some peppermint…that’s what I’m lovin’”
Bibble told Bruno, “I just got behind…
I made such a mess, I got in a bind!”
“While whipping my secret peppermint fillin’
My fingers got twisted and started a spillin’!”
And Bruno replied, “There’s no time for that.”
“What good is dear Santa, if he’s not fat?”
“I’m sad to say, his waistline is shrinking.
Santa’s too thin, he needs eating and drinking!”
And so set out Bibble, to make up a treat,
A Gingerbread Village
“I’ll make us a house, the entire North Pole!
A village so large, it will feed our group whole.”
So he baked, he whipped, he sprinkled and frosted.
He layered and sugared and Peppermint sauced it.
Chocolate chip bridges over milky white rivers
Snowflakes all made up of Butterscotch slivers.
He made a cream Santa, with a cup of good cheer
Then he sprinkled the oats for every reindeer.
Then after he made a white chocolate lace,
He put the last gumdrop smack dab in its place.
He made it look perfect, a yummy display,
Then set out to serve it on a grand silver tray.
When he rounded the corner outside the toy room
A small patch of snow was dear Bibble’s doom.
He swerved to the left, he leaned to the right,
“Oh no,” he mumbled, “No one’s had a bite!”
His beautiful village spilled onto the floor,
Where most elves have two feet, poor Bibble has four.
No one could share his Christmasy treats.
“Oh, Bibble,” said Bruno, “Now what will I do?”
My elves are so hungry, they could eat for two.”
“What good is a village if you just destroy it?
Before any of my elves even got to enjoy it?”
And Bibble replied, with a tear and a hiccup,
“Don’t worry Bruno, I’ll start to pick up.”
“My knees are too knobby, my hands are too shaky,”
”But no one can touch my wonderful baking!”
”But no one can touch my wonderful baking!”
“I want to help Santa, I just want to please…
By sharing my wonderful recipes!”
He went back to work, even though he was tired.
He roasted some chestnuts on an open fire.
Poor Bibble felt so sad and so lonely.
“So what if I trip? I know that if only…
I could learn how to be calm and steady,
I could help Santa for Christmas get ready!
And as if by magic, the answer appeared…
And Bibble took heart, He was instantly cheered!
“I have a cure! Its so simple, it’s plain!
I ‘ll just make myself a sweet candy cane.”
I ‘ll just make myself a sweet candy cane.”
“It will help me stay strong, and oh so stable.
Every elf will eat from my table!
“I can make all our goodies, without any shakin’”
And with this idea, he started a-bakin’.
I must keep this recipe my most top secret.
It will be such a hit, many will seek it.
So he whipped up a batch of mint just right
And carefully swirled the red and the white.
He worked with energy, and such a passion.
He made quite a stylish cane-like fashion.
And the very next morning, breakfast was on time.
Every stair – no problem - he was able to climb.
He fed all the elves, and both Mr. and Mrs. Claus
He settled each reindeer without even a pause.
Bibble’s good mood turned into pain.
While Santa chowed down on his cookies and milk,
He Ho Ho Ho’ed, “This is creamy as silk.”
And as dear Santa continued to dine,
He asked, “Which elf prepared this breakfast so fine?”
Bruno said, “Bibble, our bestest elf baker!”
“The Sugar Plum, Cookie, and Bon-Bon maker!”
“Bibble, come here,” dear Santa exclaimed.
So Bibble shuffled forward on his sweet candy cane.
“What’s this?” asked Santa, “a candy cane to eat?
What a perfect stocking-stuffer treat!”
“Your knees might be knobby, your hands might be shaky,
But no one can touch this CANE you’ve been baking.”
“Dear Bibble! How nifty! How tasty! How cute!
I must add these canes to my big bag of loot!”
And so Santa did, and every Christmas Eve,
In each kiddie’s stocking, a cane he does leave.
So Now candy canes are a regular treat.
They make for the perfect holiday sweet.
So the next time you suck on a cane made of mint,
Remember sweet Bibble, and the gift he has sent.
And if you are clumsy, if walking’s a strain…
Just try baking yourself a sweet candy cane.
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