“Law-Breakin’, Rule-Breakin’ Elf”

{This is a conversation that I had with my nine-year old second cousin—and her Mama, Teira—on Christmas Eve….}

“{Kids} aren’t supposed to touch The Elf on the Shelf, but {my five-year old niece, Opal} loves playing with {Sweet Tooth}, so he’s a rebel!!” I said.

“Yeah, I accidentally touched {Trixie}, so we’re a little worried that {our gender neutral Elf on the Shelf} won’t make it back to the North Pole tonight….” said Teira.

“If I remember correctly, the book did not say that grownups can’t touch Elves on the Shelf,” I stated, “It said that children can’t touch him {or them}!!” I said.

“See?” Teira said to her fretting little girl, “{Trixie is} fine!!”

“I read somewhere Online that if {children} touch The Elf on the Shelf, then cinnamon will {bring back} their magic!!” I told my second cousin, “I don’t know if that means lay the elf in cinnamon, or…. That’d be kinda messy!! But {I read that} cinnamon works!!”

So by now, you have ‘met’ Sweet Tooth, my chocolate addicted, and sugar-obsessed Elf on the Shelf!! {Read previous poem!!} When I mentioned that Sweet Tooth has an incredibly huge personality for a little guy…. Well…. I will let Volume Two of my poems about Sweet Tooth explain!! Peace out, Mary Lou

P.S. For those who do not celebrate Christmas, happy Hanukah {which ended on December 10^th}, happy Winter Solstice {which occurred on December 21^st}, happy Kwanzaa, and, of course, happy New Year!!

Note…. I had a plan. I was going to have this poem written—and posted—on Christmas Day. But I struggled with cosmic Writer’s Block!! Needless to say, Volume Two of my poems about Sweet Tooth was not lifting up off of the ground!! Then, on Christmas morning, I awoke at an ungodly hour with excitement within my heart, chocolate within my system, and the first verse within my soul!! I had a liftoff!! It took me three days—apparently, my Creative Powers work best in the mornings when I am composing poems—who knew?

“Law-Breakin’, Rule-Breakin’ Elf”

Written by Mary Lou…. Edited by Kara Kent!!

There are important, and strict, laws;

Which were written by Santa Claus;

If I’m a North Pole citizen;

Then I can’t be touched by children;

Or I will lose all my magic;

And I can’t return to St. Nick;

But Opal loves playing with me;

She’s touched my hat, arms, and belly;

I am a law-breakin’, biker jacket-wearin’, motorcycle-ridin’ rebel!!

These are particular rules;

That I was taught in Elf School;

I can’t speak to anybody;

Not Opal, not little Bobby;

But these are children who seem nice;

I gave Opal some good advice;

‘Obey Mom and Dad on one take’;

Do not be ‘bad for badness sake’;

I am a rule-breakin’, biker jacket-wearin’, motorcycle-ridin’ rebel!!

Yes, there are significant laws;

Which were written by Santa Claus;

Christmas Eve, I can’t be here;

To ‘the Boss’, I reappear;

In Mary’s bedroom, I will stay;

And stay until New Year’s Day;

To the North Pole, I can’t go back;

I’ve been shunned from my Scout Elf pack;

I am a law-breakin’, rule-breakin’, biker jacket-wearin’, motorcycle-ridin’ rebel!!