Every year, on December first
He comes to watch us, unrehearsed.
His name is Fle, our family elf
He sits way up, high on the shelf.
He travels far from the North Pole
To decide if we get candy or coal.
Now every elf is silly and fun,
But Fle’s story has just begun.
He’s traveled with Santa, far and wide
Sat as his right hand man on the sleigh ride.
But Fle wanted a family to call his own,
So Santa sent him here to make this his home.
Just like all elves, he loves to play games,
He’s the best a hide and seek, he claims.
His favorite cookie is chocolate chip,
And very hot cocoa he loves to sip.
He loves to read stories, especially of Christ,
Because He is the reason for this special Night.
Fle loves to giggle and run and play,
Though you don’t see it, it happens all day.
Though he is very still when you are near,
But he is back to playing when the cost is clear!
He is good at sports, especially football
But he really loves skating most of all.
His favorite season is winter of course
That’s when he can ride his horse.
Fle has many talents too,
He can sing and dance, and play the flute!
Now we know all about Fle,
From what he likes to what he sees!
He will be here forever, to be with us
In him when put our Christmas trust.
He knows us best, because we’re his family,
Bub, Zelly, Zip, Tank, Frankie and now Fle.