Mrs. Claus had kept a secret – For a month or two, but now
It was time for a confession,
But when? Or where? Or how?
She flicked through TV channels – Saw an Elf-Team take a bow.
A pair of merry Penguins – Were mopping grateful eyes..
“You’ve made our Snowman smile again,”
They sniffed. “His hopes will rise…
Those feet and twiggy fingers mean – He’ll dance across the skies.”
Then off they skipped and skidded – With a jolly Christmas wave,
While Santa’s wife switched off the screen:
“Those Elves, I think, could save
My sanity. My peace of mind – But first I must be brave.”
At once, she told the truth about – Old Santa’s scruffy Bear.
She’d popped it in the washing
BUT
It shrunk … and lost its hair,
As well as ears and buttons – Though it gained one-eyed stare.
Of course, she’d tried to hide it…“I loaned it to a friend,
Whose child was feeling needy.”
But it drove her round the bend.
The time for LIES was over –She must find a Happy End.
The Elves a ‘The Repair Shop – Were delighted to be asked –
The Lady Elves went stitching,
While their husbands, safely masked,
Were forming glassy eyeballs and a GROWL! The spell was cast…
So Mrs Claus took Santa to – The Shed of Dreams-Come-True.
He gazed in wonder at his Bear
So fluffy! So brand new!
He hugged his wife and blew his nose – As tissues flapped and flew,
While EVERYONE cried: ‘Hip-Hooray!”
(The Bear looked cheerful too.)
Claire Bevan
