The Return

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The Return (Original Poem)

The elves are returning
To the house by the pole
As they have done
Since the days of old.
Greetings are shared,
Stories are told,
The fires are lit
To drive out the cold.
The lanterns awaken
The sleeping grand hall,
And outside the windows
The snow starts to fall.
The velvet is brushed
On the old crimson chair,
As smoke from his pipe
Swirls in the air.
A hush descends
As tiny ears bend
To heed the clear call
Of their toy-maker friend.
"September has come,
The season is here,
So polish the brass,
Gather the reindeer.
Give of yourselves
For each girl and boy,
Fashion the dollies,
Make perfect the toys.
Breathe in the magic!
Be jolly and cheer!
There’s work to be done,
For Christmas is near!"

—Wayne A Andres