It happened at an airport last December

Just after Christmas day had come and gone

A short man on vacation started up a conversation

And he told a tale I'd like to pass along

 

He said this Christmas season nearly killed him

With work related stress this time of year

He said that i would doubt it but he'd tell me all about it

If I'd buy us both a frosty glass of cheer

 

He said "You may believe in Santa,

the workshop, reindeer, elves, and 'ho ho ho'

But at the top in Santa's shop

In charge of shipping is an elf named Moe"

 

He asked if I had ever once considered 

The nightmare of logistics for Saint Nick

"How does Santa know which toys are for which girls or for which boys

Unless somebody loads and labels for the trip?"

 

I chuckled as he went on with his story

The details that he gave were quite concise

He said sometimes for kicks he'd change the labels on the gifts

but he would never switch a "naughty" for a "nice"

 

He said "You may believe in Santa,

The workshop, reindeer, elves, and 'ho ho ho'

But at the top in Santa's shop

In charge of shipping is an elf named Moe"

 

You probably believe it's all a tall tale

But every word i swear to you is true

The moral of the story is that those who get the glory

Often have some help from folks you never knew

 

You know you may believe in Santa, 

The workshop, reindeer, elves, and "ho ho ho"

But at the top in Santa's shop

In charge of shipping is an elf named Moe

 

At the top in Santa's shop

In charge of shipping is an elf

(Saint Nick can't do it all himself)

In charge of shipping is an elf named Moe

 

 

 

 ©2017 Carl Stuck