SANTA'S NOT SO DWARF ELF By Robert Hewett Sr.
Life can be demanding, requiring you to fit in wherever you are. This poem proves that you can be different and still fit in.
SANTA’S NOT SO DWARF ELF
No one seemed to know what went wrong.
He was handsome and was quite strong.
They called him Oleg the odd one.
Oleg was six feet tall, no fun.
Even Santa looked up at him,
He was quite tall, but he was slim.
Oleg laughed and liked to play around,
Turning the other Elves upside down.
Santa was sad about this clown.
He wouldn’t fit any sleigh to be found.
He had no job for this tall Elf to do.
He might as well banish him and be through.
A big snow buried the workshop.
No one could see over the top.
Santa knew it was Christmas Eve.
He couldn’t find his sleigh to leave.
Oleg stood well above the snow
The tiny reindeer cried out below.
Oleg pulled all the reindeer clear,
Found the sleigh and hitched the reindeer.
The reindeer were prancing around.
Tapping the snow they looked quite proud.
Oleg brought Santa with gifts to carry
Santa flew, he could not tarry.
In the workshop was a party
Elves dancing and singing hearty.
A good year, the gifts were away,
For now they were all free to play.
Oleg came in, they climbed on him
Telling him, now he’s one of them.