Once ’twas a mischievous elf, Whom had a schoolroom to himself, He thought it was a bundle of fun, To watch sparkling red glitter glue run!
He hid amongst dictionaries and other books, Enjoyed the element of surprise he had in other nooks, Left kids notes and symbols with many a pen, Whilst creating his little unique trail of mayhem…
For he created confetti snow and had wild parties with toys, This Elf on the Shelf's wanting to be a children’s delight, Gaming on the computers, solving Christmas equations, And generally enjoying his schoolroom fortnight…
The children however thought he’d gone nuts, Their annual game of find the elf had turned to guessing “what’s he doing next?” For when an elf decides to attempt baking a birthday cake, The results can leave some slightly perplexed…
Eventually the school year finally found it’s end, The Elf returning to his expected plans to create fun, Hiding amongst the baubles on the tree and riding on the deer, Doing his bit to inspire a daily element of Christmas cheer.
Christmas ’twas mere days away, As the Bushman sat present wrapping, Singing classic Christmas carols, To which his foot ’twas tapping.
When something through a window, Distracted his concentrating eye, Curiously the Bushman ventured closer, As his startled horse reared to the sky.
There on his verandah stood, Much to the Bushman’s surprise, A six foot plus white kangaroo, With piercing sky blue eyes.
Not far away ’twas another, Whose leg appeared to be injured, Then a third wearing a harness, Made the scene seem completely absurd!
Three snowy white kangaroos, The Bushman thought he was dreaming! ’Till he tripped over his poor dogs tail, Whom let out his version of surprised screaming.
Then up hopped a fourth kangaroo, To see what had caused all the matter, A fifth dragging a leather strap, Followed with a bit of a clatter.
The Bushman looked from roo to roo, Trying to figure it all out, When a large man in a big red suit, Came out of the bush giving a shout:
‘Ho, Ho, Hello there my friend. My aircraft’s crashed just through there, Most of my boomers got away okay, But could you help me get back in the air?’
The Bushman couldn’t believe his eye’s, Here was Santa asking for his help, ‘Certainly’ was all he could manage to say, Whilst his dog gave him an encouraging yelp.
Not too far off the Bushman’s homestead, Santa’s sleigh ’twas caught up in the top of a gumtree, A sixth kangaroo in a harness was dangling, Thus getting him down unscathed was the key.
The Bushman soon knew what to do, Dashed back home to get some supplies, Whilst a flock of birds in the trees overhead, Sang loudly their mocking song cries.
‘Twasn’t long ‘till the Bushman returned, With ropes and his trusty chestnut horse, They tied and swung them over nearby trees, And securely to the sleigh of course!
After lowering down the last kangaroo, They slowly lowered Santa’s sleigh, Tended all the kangaroo’s injuries, ‘Fore Santa went up upon his way.
Soon ’twas Christmas eve, And snuggled by the fireplace, The Bushman and his beloved lady, Were discussing Santa’s big worldwide race.
When from overhead they heard crystal clear: ‘HO HO HO HO HELLO! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU, BUSHMAN, THANKS FOR ALL YOUR HELP, IN MAKING DREAMS WORLD WIDE COME TRUE!’
The Bushman’s Lady sat watching in disbelief, As presents then appeared beneath their tree, Whilst sounds of sleigh bells rang through the sky, Filling the surrounding bushland with magic and glee.
There ‘twas a cat stuck in the Christmas tree on a Sunday afternoon, Tangled in tinsel and twisted amongst lights, Looking much like a furry festive baboon, Yet on they rolled and fumbled away, ‘Till the daylight started to wane from the day.
Come midnight all the baubles had fallen near everywhere, From this poor felines reenactment of a sparkly crocodile roll, Though it be much less muddy and imbue their own distinctively furry flare, Creating a not so magical sight for owners soon to behold, Whom would have an interesting new Christmas story to one day be told.
Still on the feline wriggled around, trying to get itself free, From the fairy lights and strands of sparkly tinsel, And other decor designed to fill one with magical Christmas glee, ‘Till they were ready to just accept that for the near future they would be stuck, Thus meowing a wish that their exploration had never run amok…
Next thing a thud could clearly be heard, From outside the room the mischievous cat was imprisoned, Followed by which a doorknob or three was turned, Then entering before the distressed tangled cat, Was a large man in red, wearing a Pom Pom trimmed hat.
Saint Nick looked at that little cat, all engulfed in a mess of lights and tinsel, Thinking a mere moment before announcing in a soothing voice, ‘Relax now my little friend, get you out in a mere moment I will.’ Then in the time it took for dear old Santa to scratch an itch on his nose, The tangles untwisted and the mess tidied itself whilst the cat landed gratefully upon it's furry little toes!
The Poetic Life 2.0 