He has to work the hardest,
seems to get no rest,
Yet, the toys they all are building
just have to be the best.
So, elven hands move the faster
and worn little faces smile,
As Christmas Day draws closer
as does each North Pole mile.
And Santa’s drinking hot chocolate
And filling up the sleigh.
Putting on his stocking cap and boots,
And Look!
He’s up and on his way!