Twas the night before Tuesday, when all thro' the corridor
Not a Swede was stirring, not thro' the door.
The presents were placed by the door with care
In hopes that an American elf will soon be there
The Swedes were all peaceful, all warm in their beds
While visions of glögg, danced in their head
And Santa in his boots and I in my hat
Had just settled our brains, for a long winter's nap
When outside the door, arose such a rustle
They sprang from their bed to see what was the hustle
Away to the door, they flew like a flash
Tore open the box and threw up the sash
The powder on the treat like the new fallen snow
Gave the excitement of morning to those next below
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature cookie, and funfetti treats
With a little note, so lively and simple
They knew in a moment an elf had come so quick and nimble
More quick than a ninja the treats they came
As they whispered and whistled and call'd them by name
"Now! Eat now! Eat now! Chocolate and Funfetti
Nom! Cookie, nom! Nom the chocolate and 'fetti
To the end of the chip, to the top of the chocolate balls!
Now eat away! Eat away! Eat away it all!
As the crumbs leave before the wild sun wakes
When they meet with a note, mounted to the flakes
So up to the dormitory beds, the stomachs so full
With a stomach full of cookies- and the elf too.
And then in a twinkling, they smelled in the kitchen
The sniff and wiff of each chocolate chip
As they drew their heads, and was turning around
Down the hallway the elf came with a bound
All dressed in black from head to foot
And the clothes were all covered with sugar and spice
A bundle of cookies were placed in its hands
And it looked like a farmer opening its land
Its eyes-oh how they twinkled! Its smile how merry!
Its cheeks were like roses and nose like a cherry!
Its little brown hair was drawn up in a bow
And covered with sugar, white as the snow
The bits of chocolate it had in held in its teeth
And the smell encircled its head like a wreath
It had a small face and big round eyes
That lit up when it laughed, like a golden prize
It was short and peppy, a right jolly old elf
And they laughed when they say it, in spite of themselves
A wink of its eye and a twist of the head
Soon gave them the know that they had nothing to dread
It spoke not a word but went straight to work
And filled all the boxes, then turn'd with a skip
And laying its hand below its chin
And giving a nod, smiled and into the kitchen it went
Sprung into its room, to begin its new mission
And away it went, filled with ambition
As they read the note in big letters,
"Merry Christmas to all!
Love your, American Santa"
