From Little Ole Elegant Me, Merry Christmas (POW)

I'm feeling very elegant in my flanneled night gown, looking

out the window at the celestial sky and thinking of all the useless

elements of timelessness that we've spent in the ageless process

of celebrating Christmas.

Now Santa equally as elegant in his timeless attire, is strumming

the ukulele softly, carelessly humming to himself.. I think, doesn't he

know this is Christmas Eve. We're supposed to be harnessing up

reindeer to the sleigh full of electronic stuff, electric toasters and of

course electric eels. We've celebrated so many Christmases I think he's

getting a bit forgetful.

We're not celebrities or anything like that, just celebrants of

Christmas ,doing our part, regardless of weather elements

we're sure to come upon, as the channeled broadcasts are

predicting crueler weather than usual.

Santa, always beleaguered at this time of year, has been

been working on jeweled beveled crowns for elegant hair dos

and he's bowled over with orders for horseless carriages

for Royalty, and blamelessly really took on too much. He tried

filling every order so they wouldn't be canceled and cartwheeled

when he finished something to his changeless, delectable perfection.

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I cower defenselessly at his delegation of jobs to me. In my flanneled

gown, I'm a bit careless as it's longer than it should be, and not delegating

as he does, I've deleted things from the list that were elected for the

electrician to finish. If I tried to do them I might be electrocuted. Can

you believe someone ordered an electrolysis machine. I was low on

electrolytes when I saw that , and not feeling up to being a dueler,

I sent an elf for feelers on one. There are electrons shooting all over

the place.

If they ever hold an election for this job, I hope Santa is not reelected.

I think we should have elephants instead of reindeer pulling that sleigh,

and we could elevate Rudolph to be a lookout. We'd need eleven

elephants to do the work of the seven reindeer we've been using all these

years. But that is elemental isn't it?

I'm so tired, I'm seeing featureless faceless entities in front of

me with long feelers from out above their eyelet like eyebrows.

I've fueled up that freewheeler Rudolph, and labeled his harness

so he'll be known if he's found out of his element.

I've marveled at Santa as he nervelessly, nonetheless, unparalleled

by anyone, peeled a banana before loading the parceled packages on

the sleigh. His selections in sizes is priceless, it's pummeled my brain

as to the purposelessness of it.

I've never quarreled with Santa. I might be barreled up but released

as my relevance to him is important. Scoreless times we've selected

our own battles and I elected those I knew I could win.

I hope I haven't been tasteless here, telegraphing the private life of Santa

and Elegant me. You'll probably see me timelessly on Television,

as we've traveled quite a bit, and I'm a yodeler.

Odelede Hoo, lol, Merry Christmas to all