In the North Pole ❄️, the elves beneath the ice
are governed by a magic counterweight:
when humans toil, they rest in slumber nice,
when humans rest they toil, this is their fate;

even Saint Nick 🎅, the boss of that collective -
we know him from the many tales of yore -
is subject to a similar directive
but slumber in his case’s a booming snore!

We too are tired 😴: a year of working hard,
of doing what needs doing every day;
𝘏𝘰! 𝘏𝘰! It’s time to stop, lower the guard,
relax, in the run up to Hogmanay.

And it’s ok, for only our inaction 
will spring the elves and Santa into action!