Santa's Ready (POW)

I don't want to cause any alarm because it the not the time to be up in arms

about anything, but there is a lot of harmonizing coming from the farm

at the North Pole. The voices of farmhands and farmers, and armies of

little elves swarming around the farm, are raised in joyful song, warming

the hearts of those who are in earshot of the harmonious music.

The jolly farmer is helping his farm wife assembly dolls, putting the

little arms into the armholes and fitting the legs on them too. Then an

elf will come and take them to a bench careful not to harm any of the

workmanship and the far reaching assembly lines will begin to finish

the painting of the charming little eyes and puckered lips of carmine on the

doll babies faces. Elves in armchairs with armbands like gendarmes

inspect each with endearment and dress them by armfuls in

garments, lilac, pink and carmine. Some are fur trimmed to make them

warm and cozy.

Little girls at far ends of the world, distances away from each other,

will be the recipients of these charmingly crafted toys made

by the bench warmers on the farm.

In another faraway corner, there is another team working alarmingly

fast to put the last touches on the armor of armies of toy soldiers. There

is a time schedule to be kept, and quick rearmost alarmists rearmed

with new watches rewarm coffee to speed the farewells as the

farmer will farrow his brow if his timing is off.

Out in the farmyard the reindeer are thinking farsightedly about the

faraway places they will visit and though seeming far fetched

to them, they know in their warm hearts that they will make it unharmed

and make faraway children happy this night.

Farsightedly, outer garments are found, toys boxed up by the farmer and

the elves, stowed in a sleigh that is warmed by a hot air blower to keep

the farmer and his elves warm.

They have filled the bags with marmalades, harmonicas, and other favorite

treats to fill carmine stockings hanging from mantles in farmhouses

and castles. It seems like it would take an armada to make this

mission to children of seafarers and safari hunters, but the

farmer is no wayfarer , and he certainly knows his business.

When all is ready and the alarms are set to go off for take off to far

off destinations, the elves are swarming on the tarmac, harnessing

the reindeer to the carmine sled and tethering the eight of them up

ready for the farmer to don his carmine suit and hat trimmed with fur,

the sled loaded up to the armrests leaving only enough warm room

for the farmer to fit his fat fanny.

The farmer's wife, the disarming Mrs. Claus, waves to her charming

husband, blowing him kisses filled with good karma, as he takes off

in the thoroughfare of the sky,without fanfare he exclaims,

warmheartedly, Merry Christmas to all.