I’m afraid the Judaic Christian tradition of angels and demons is almost lost of the European and Western minds. Sprites and elves, science and medicine both have failed to give way to a firm belief in your angel or your demon and have replaced them. I try to embrace the Church’s tradition unlike the liberals, however feel in no danger of rejecting it when indulging in some fiction:
St. Nicholas’ cousin was a humorous elf
The product of the same lab which produce the St.
Sean was his contemporary of little fame
But be careful when with the same brush you try to paint
Sean too was a Christmas elf
He too seemed to travel time
Certainly Sean was a generous soul
No end to his shenanigans – it consumes my rhyme
If we should attempt a Christmas tree
To place our cards, gifts, and presents under
Decorations lost, broken, so prevented
Till his cousin brought one from yonder
Tags got changed and cards in wrong envelopes
Would leave one and all dissatisfied with things
Unless the St. restored the order
To remind us of the joy Christmas brings
We can’t blame Sean for burning the turkey
That was done by Auntie Lu
But had he not unhooked her rug
She might have had the mind not to do
Sean did give the canned heat to the beggar child
But then we couldn’t keep the gravy warm
No; opened the window: let out the smoke of burnt fowl
Sending in the wasp swarm
Sean the elf always thought to light a candle
But not to keep from it used gift wrap
He had Fr. Pat bless his baby Jesus
But in Fr.’s manger tied his cat with a strap
You’d say Sean was the life of the party
First to get there and last to go
But like his fellow time traveller
It seemed just the opposite, was he there, we didn’t know
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