You’ve all heard the tales of Mr. and Mrs. Claus,
Frosty and Rudolph, and even Jack Frost.
But this is the story of one tiny elf,
and Lucy is what she calls herself.
Now, being an elf, you know she’s not tall,
but Lucy was terribly, teeny-tiny small!
So small in fact, that there was no chore
that Lucy’s small fingers were made for.
But Lucy loved Christmas, and at the North Pole
every elf has the exact same goal:
to make sure that Christmas is perfectly planned;
and so Lucy tries to lend her small hand.
She tried stuffing bears, she tried painting faces.
The head elf Bruno put her so many places.
“I’m sorry, Bruno. I don’t fit in here.”
“My hands are too tiny; my legs are too short,
surely there’s got to be some other sport?”
And one day when Lucy had clogged up the line
of baseball bats, Bruno said, “It’s fine.”
I have come up with the perfect-est treat!
A job for you that is nifty and neat!
A job for you that is nifty and neat!
You can’t make toys, but that doesn’t mean
that you’re not useful – this job will be keen!
The stables could use you, they’re over yonder!
You can help train and exercise Donder!
I know he seems big, but don’t be afraid.
It gets you out of this workshop; I’ll have it made!
So Lucy set off to the stables with cheer.
She wasn’t afraid of some silly reindeer.
But when she got there, again she found out
that she was too small – but she said with a shout,
“I better not cry! I better not pout!
Christmas is coming, so Donder, COME OUT!”
But reindeers are known to be quite wild things,
and Donder, in mischief, well, he was the king.
He knew when he spied sweet tiny Lucy
That this day was going to be a real doozy.
He clip-clopped out, and with a sly grin;
he let Lucy grab tight to his harness and then…
He took off! Prancing around his stall.
Poor Lucy was flung about like a rag doll.
She hollered, “Please, Donder! Just give me a chance!”
But Donder was naughty, and with a last glance…
He knocked over the feed, and kicked open the door
The reindeer, all free, began to soar
over the stable, the workshop, the North Pole…
The stable elves came running, and brought a great bowl.
They filled it with oats and carrots and sprinkles,
and sure enough – there came a faint tinkle…
of harness bells and reindeer snorts.
“All eight are here,” an elf reports.
The stable elves heard a small sound in the hay.
“Lucy?” asked one in a trembling voice.
“It was you who stopped all our working on toys?”
“Get Bruno” he sneered, and turned to leave.
now Donder felt bad, and nibbled Lucy’s sleeve.
When Bruno arrived, Lucy said with a tear,
“I’m sorry, Bruno. I don’t fit in here.”
“My hands are too tiny; my legs are too short,
surely there’s got to be some other sport?”
But Bruno was cranky, and at his wits end.
“Lucy…” he whispered, “I’ve tried being your friend.”
“I’ve placed you in every elf-ish department.
Toys, Mail, Naughty List, even Santa’s apartment.”
“You just don’t belong! You’re simply too small!
You need to go somewhere away from us all.”
“Christmas is coming in just two more days!
And this year the wish lists are causing delays!
Each kiddy that’s written wants several delights,
And the trouble is…they’re all being nice!”
“We’ve never experienced such a magnitude
of children with no fighting, and no attitude.
Santa is worried about our success
of making, wrapping, and delivering this mess!
We simply don’t need you. You’re just too tiny.
I’m sorry, I must go. The toy trains need shining.”
So Lucy was left in the stables to cry.
No job, no friends, but then Donder came by.
He nudged her with his sweet reindeer nose,
and Lucy, determined, slowly arose.
She said, “I am tired of feeling so lonely!
So what if I’m small? I know that if only
the perfect Christmas job would come before my eyes,
I could help Santa, no matter my size!”
But Lucy was smart for such a small head
And the next day she WATCHED while the reindeer were fed.
She kept to herself and was not any trouble,
and that night the elves worked on the double.
The presents were wrapped, the red suit was donned.
The reindeer were harnessed, and Lucy looked on.
But as she was looking, she noticed a tear
on the snout of a stuffed teddy bear.
She moved to look closer, and Donder stepped back
And with his antlers, pushed Lucy into Santa’s pack!
“Oh dear!” she exclaimed, but no one could hear.
The sleigh started moving, and with one last cheer…
Santa was off to deliver his load,
with no idea of the small elf he stowed.
When Santa was flying over Manhattan
he stopped the sleigh and his pack went a-rattlin’.
“I know that John wanted an arrow and bow…
But where it is I simply don’t know….HO!”
For Santa saw Lucy, and she said, “Look here!
I have John’s present! I’m so small; it’s clear!”
I can climb through them and find every one.
Dear Santa, I know I can help with this run!”
And true to her word, she found every toy
for each and every good girl and boy.
Lucy knew exactly why she’d been born.
She was not a toy elf, or a stable elf, not her!
She was Santa’s greatest helper.
For when they heard the Jingle Bells chime,
The elves, in amazement, said, “That was record time!”
And Santa said, “Lucy! She helped me do it!
By finding the bow and arrow of John Hewitt!”
Her fingers are tiny! Her legs are just right,
For finding the toys on Christmas Eve night!
Oh Lucy, sweet Lucy, I wouldn’t be wiser,
If I didn’t name you as “Sack Supervisor!”
So small, tiny Lucy got her job – With a title!
She never found another day idle.
She never found another day idle.
And she stayed close to Donder, her special friend
Who helped her find joy and a happy…
The End.
