Eddie The Elf

Oh come hear the story

Of Eddie the Elf.

He cleans Santa’s stables out

All by himself.

There’s no songs about him,

No show’s that you’ll find

For the elf who sweeps up

What the deer leave behind.

He just grabs a shovel,

Holds onto his nose,

Then into the stable

He cheerfully goes.

He knows it’s disgusting,

He knows it’s no fun,

But he knows that it’s needed

And has to be done.

Without someone cleaning,

The team couldn’t fly.

They’d sit, so unstable,

All slouched in their sty.

But Eddie the Elf,

With his shovel in hand,

Ensures Christmas gladness

All over the land.

So this Christmas Eve,

Take a moment to pause

For the folks who clean up

After old Santa Claus.

You may never sing

Of a small elf named Eddie,

But chances are strong

That he’s helped you already.