It happened on a night, whee the moon bloomed full

white streks lined the streets, where daarkness crept ever so slowly

People took notice on a status qote

Mid line ridge was the  street I lived on so far pronounced as a place for the common

could jelouscy overcome the spirit of crismas, could the elves not dwell on status of their pre-fab toys on wheels.

I was alone in the dark too scared to talk

my hands wer numb as Iwalked by the bums

Poor and inncocent so I thougt irelivent to my mission as I tried noto get cought

the air bristled with age as the grve yard closed like a cage

I wanted to see santa but took  wrong turn

But my friends told me I might burn

stirred and confused I went down a slipperly slope

tumbled down trying to cope

but the whiches said there be no pope

As the fog moved and razed my hope

I sat and watched and begm to mope

when along came a jolly old folk

he sang sonogs of brillance which sparked my mind

red and green flaakes now told me it was a sighn

he smiled and asked

The big big qestion

I answered with sas to his qestion

he lighted a sprk and the clouds move like a hawk

 new hope lay ahead poor hopeless folks!