Elf on the Shelf

by Gracie Clark aged 8

Elf on the shelf is here to play,
In our house every day.
But only from the 1st to the 25th December,
Every year I have to remember.
Oh how I wish the year was quicker,
and my food tastes bitter,
cos I miss you elf.
There’s loads of sadness in myself,
But I know he’ll be back again,
So I mustn’t feel sad.

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