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It happened at an airport last December
Just after Christmas day had come and gone
A short man on vacation started up a conversation
And he told a tale I'd like to pass along

He said this Christmas season nearly killed him
With work related stress this time of year
He said that i would doubt it but he'd tell me all about it
If I'd buy us both a frosty glass of cheer

He said "You may believe in Santa,
the workshop, reindeer, elves, and 'ho ho ho'
But at the top in Santa's shop
In charge of shipping is an elf named Moe"

He asked if I had ever once considered
The nightmare of logistics for Saint Nick
"How does Santa know which toys are for which girls or for which boys
Unless somebody loads and labels for the trip?"

I chuckled as he went on with his story
The details that he gave were quite concise
He said sometimes for kicks he'd change the labels on the gifts
but he would never switch a "naughty" for a "nice"

He said "You may believe in Santa,
The workshop, reindeer, elves, and 'ho ho ho'
But at the top in Santa's shop
In charge of shipping is an elf named Moe"

You probably believe it's all a tall tale
But every word i swear to you is true
The moral of the story is that those who get the glory
Often have some help from folks you never knew

You know you may believe in Santa,
The workshop, reindeer, elves, and "ho ho ho"
But at the top in Santa's shop
In charge of shipping is an elf named Moe

At the top in Santa's shop
In charge of shipping is an elf
(Saint Nick can't do it all himself)
In charge of shipping is an elf named Moe

©2017 Carl Stuck