@naomimrshl
Warm, fuzzy victory
Coursed through Elf most happily.
Even though he suffered the
Agony of da feet…
Skiing! Skating! Hockey puckering!
He'd had both feet in all of it!
He'd taken hold of the Olympics
And turned em into his private antics.
Elf cackled with glee
As he soaked his poor feet…
And dreamed of Elf-lympics
…Of new ways to compete.
Polar bear Sumo
And snowball juggling
Speed snow angel making
And slick ice racing emus.
Stiff stork hockey played with
Ducks for pucks
Definitely curling…
But with snapping turtles
Instead of stones
Yeah! Turtles tummies!
And instead of brooms…
leaf blowers!
Elf dreamed of a triathlon…
A triple threat of the finest kind…
First the contestants would compete to see
Who could pile the most sprinkles on ice cream.
Second, a race to see who can run cross the front lawn the farthest…
With their bare feet on.
And third, pickup truck surf cross a frozen lake
Must stay vertical or they'll lose their place!
And be sent to the Snowman League…
The shame of each loser…
For there, they must roll snowman balls,
And be judged by biased boozers.
(Oddly enough… this is one of the most well-attended events. Ireland and Jamaica are legendary rivals in the Snowman tummy-ball roll)
At closing ceremony, seals will
Show off their acrobatic chops
While penguins line up
To do the Chicken Dance.
Elf-lympics will reign Supreme!
Elf sleepily smiled as he
Elf day dreamed.
"GET UP! WAKE UP! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!"
"Oh, bother." Elf muttered as he dried off his feet.
From out on the glacier came the call:
Beep beep… beep beep beep beep!
