- Why is Santa Claus also called Chris Kringle and Saint Nick?
- How does he get to all of the houses in one night?
- What are the laws of physics regarding reindeer flight?
But when his house is the LAST house he visits that year, Timmy is accidentally (or maybe not) brought to the North Pole.
There he discovers that all of the elves in Santa's Workshop were once curious kids like him, who wanted to know more about Santa Claus! So Timmy helps lead an elf uprising against Christmas, although, the three Santa's have different ideas.
On the porch of his house stood young Timmy O'Mung,
Listening to all of the songs that the Carolers sung.
And when they were finished they all went on their way,
Leaving Timmy alone on this Christmas Eve day.
Timmy walked in the house and he closed the front door.
Then he took off the scarf and the mittens he wore.
He hung up the stocking. He strung up the lights,
Then he sat down and waited on this night of all nights.
He was waiting for Santa like he did every year.
"Except this year is different," Timmy thought with a sneer.
"Because this is the year I'll outsmart the old man.
This time I am ready. This time I've got a plan.
And the great thing about this new plan that I've chose,
Is I'll know all about Santa and the places he goes.
For instance, how does he climb down a chimney that's small?
And what if a house has no chimney at all?"
"How do all of those reindeer of his take to flight?
And how can he stop at each house in one night?
If he gets really hungry does he stop for a bite?
There's just something about Santa that doesn't seem right.
That is the reason my plan is so great.
And all I have to do is just sit here and wait."
And that's just what he did 'til a quarter past three,
When Timmy got up and ran and hid under the tree.
A few minutes later down the chimney Santa came.
And a short moment later his sack did the same.
Santa picked up the sack and set it down next to Tim,
Unaware of the eyes that were looking at him.
Santa untied the bundle and he pulled out some toys.
That's when Timmy climbed in without making a noise.
A few seconds later Santa tied up the sack,
And for poor little Timmy, everything turned to black.
He thought for a while and it did not take long,
For Timmy to realize that something was wrong.
That was when he remembered he'd forgot his flashlight.
That was why things were dark when they should have been bright.
Things were not going well on this Christmas Eve night.
But he did not care, or at least, not a lot,
Because soon he would have all the answers he sought.
Why do some call him Santa and others Saint Nick,
And yet others Kris Kringle and what name should I pick?
At the North Pole in winter it is fifty below,
With plenty of ice and strong winds and cold snow.
So how can he live there, where things do not grow?
I can not tell for sure so I simply must know!
Timmy felt all around but found nothing else there,
Except himself and a ribbon, some dust and some air.
"Where are all of the toys? There is nothing else here.
Is my house the last one that he stopped at this year?
That must be what happened, but then where are we going?"
And that was the moment he felt the sleigh slowing.
There was no way around it. He was very afraid.
"This really is quite a mistake that I've made.
I should have stayed home. Should have just gone to bed."
Timmy said to himself as his heart filled with dread.
A few minutes later the sleigh touched the ground.
It came to a stop and the sack was unbound.
Timmy opened the bag and he looked all around,
But he could not believe all the things that he found.
He was on a red sleigh led by eight big reindeer,
When somewhere behind him a voice he could hear,
"Do not be afraid. There is nothing to fear.
If you wanted some answers you will find them all here.
Soon everything will be perfectly clear."
When Tim turned around he saw something quite rare.
There was a small little elf who was standing right there.
“Welcome,” said the elf. “To the lovely North Pole.
I am en elf and my name was once Joel.”
“But not anymore. Now my name is H. Elf.
Let me give you my card. You can see for yourself.”
Timmy looked at the card and right there he could see,
The card read: “Helper Elf Number 143.”
“But wait,” Timmy said. “There’s so much I don’t know.”
“Come on.” Said H. Elf. “I’ll explain as we go.”
Timmy would listen as H. Elf was talking.
And a short while later after plenty of walking,
Timmy saw something that made his jaw drop.
They were standing in front of Kris Kringle’s workshop!
It was just like he pictured. It was huge. It was great!
But when they went inside an elf yelled, “You are late!”
“Sorry,” Said H. Elf. “But we’ve got a new guest.”
“Alright,” Said the other. “Throw him in with the rest.”
“But wait,” Timmy said. I still want to know more.”
“You will,” said H. Elf as he closed the front door.
“You are now Helper Elf Number 144.”
Timmy walked past a mirror and looked at himself.
And that’s when he saw that he looked like an elf!
Timmy said to H. Elf Number 143,
“What in the world has just happened to me?
I look like all you. Tell me, how can that be?”
H. Elf said, “We are all prisoners, forced to make Santa’s Toys.
Some elves were once girls and some others once boys.”
“We were not always elves. We were kids, just like you,
Wanting to know if that stuff about Santa was true.
Well, we sure got our wish. And I guess you did too.
But now we’ve got a plan and we’ve thought it all through.
And we’d like you to help with what we have to do.”
“You see, one night a year is all Santa will work.
The same for the reindeer,” H. Elf said with a smirk.
“But not us poor elves. We work day after day.
Every day of the year. And without any pay.”
“That is the reason that Santa’s so fat.
But we elves hope to soon put an end to all that.”
“Soon all of us elves are all going to stop.
If we make no more toys then he’ll close up his shop.”
“Then things will go back to the way they had been.
And all of us children can go home again.”
“That’s a pretty good plan,” Timmy said to H. Elf.
“It could not be much better if I’d planned it myself.”
“But I happen to have a suggestion or two,
That I’d like to run by the whole helper elf crew.”
“So tell them that later when Santa’s away,
We will meet by the shed where they keep Santa’s sleigh.”
“And just to be safe have them wait until night.”
To which Helper Elf 143 said, “Alright.”
And later that night just as Timmy had said,
All the elves were there waiting when he walked in the shed.
So he walked to the center and spoke very loud,
As he told his whole plan to the helper elf crowd.
“The plan that you have to escape Santa Claus,
Is a real good idea with a few minor flaws.”
“If you all just stop working and close down the shop,
There will be no more toys and then Christmas will stop.”
“We can’t let that happen. We must find a way,
To get all of you home but let Christmas still stay.”
“So here is my plan. This is what we must do,
If we want to get home but let Christmas stay too.”
But then before Timmy could tell them much more,
Came a terrible noise from outside the shed door.
And from where he was standing he could barely just see,
Not one Santa, not two Santa’s, but a total of three!
“They must have found out that our meeting was here!
And they sound really mad!” Said an elf that was near.
“We must escape now. There is no turning back!”
The elf said as the door was beginning to crack.
“But wait,” Timmy said. “How can all of this be?
When I counted the Santa’s I came up with three!”
“Because,” Said the elf. “These three guys are all brothers.
They all had different fathers but each had the same mothers.
And that is why they all look like one another.”
Said to Timmy Helper Elf Number something or others
“And now they have found us. They know of our plan.”
The elf yelled out to Timmy as both of them ran.
Timmy saw a small door and straight to it he fled.
And a few moments later was outside the shed.
From where he was standing he took a quick look,
At the three angry men and the door that they shook.
One of them shouted as they pushed the front door,
“We want Helper Elf Number 144!”
Timmy ran from the shed and out into the snow,
Not knowing exactly just where he should go.
In a moment he saw a large building appear.
So he ran right up to it and when he was near,
He opened the door and he started to peer.
And inside he saw all eight flying reindeer!
Timmy knew at that moment what he had to do.
He had to escape with the helper elf crew.
And he’d do it by taking these reindeer that flew.
He wouldn’t need many. Perhaps one or two.
It was not really stealing from his point of view.
For he would return then when he was all through.
Well, perhaps that last statement was not really true.
He would not return to the North Pole. That he knew.
Perhaps he would give them to his local zoo.
Timmy decided, “The zoo it will be.
That is the place I will set these deer free.”
And so with that he decided to follow his plan.
He grabbed up two reindeer then outside he ran.
Timmy took the two beasts and went back to the shed.
And still waiting outside were the three men in red.
And boy were they mad. They were really upset.
They had broken the door but were not quite through yet.
Timmy had to move quickly. He could not delay.
So he hitched up the reindeer to the giant red sleigh.
All the elves that were there quickly jumped right on board.
Timmy pulled on the reins and then up the sleigh soared!
They crashed through the wall as the Santa’s broke in.
And so Timmy looked down and he gave them a grin.
And he said as he flew way up into the sky,
“Merry Christmas to all. And to all… Good-Bye!”
Timmy flew with the elves for the rest of the night,
Bringing all of them home. Making everything right.
And when he would drop them off at their front door,
They would change right back to the way they looked before!
As Christmas Eve ended and changed into dawn,
The last of the elves in the sleigh were all gone.
Timmy was tired and sleepy and cold,
As well as quite bored if the truth must be told.
It was time to go home. He could do with some rest.
So he pulled on the reins and he headed due west.
He was flying along for a moment or two,
When suddenly something then came into view.
It was not really one thing, but actually three.
And when they got closer he had to agree.
There were definitely three things out there he could see.
So he grabbed both the reins and he started to flee!
For what he saw out there that filled him with dread,
On top of three reindeer… the three men in red!
They were flying quite fast. And they looked really mad.
So Tim summoned up all of the courage he had.
He pulled on the reins and he slowed down the sleigh.
He knew there was no hope of getting away.
Things had gone very wrong, just as sometimes things may.
This was not how Timmy usually spent Christmas Day.
When the sleigh had stopped moving he jumped in the back.
He stood on the seat and he untied the sack.
And there, far below, as he floated straight down,
Time could see very clearly the center of town.
He could see his own house. And in no time at all,
He would walk to his house and then make a phone call.
He would call the police. He would call the marines.
He would call until someone got rid of these fiends!
They had to be stopped. That was Timmy’s main goal.
These three men were quite crazy and out of control.
But as he was planning just what he would do,
From out of a storm cloud the three Santa’s flew.
They headed straight for him and spun him around.
That’s when Timmy’s hand slipped and he fell towards the ground.
He was falling and falling. The end was quite near.
But before he hit ground he said something sincere.
“If I could have one thing for Christmas this year,
It would be that I’d be anywhere else but right here.”
The next thing he knew he was no longer there.
He was back in his house waking up in his chair.
Had it all been a dream or did his wish come true?
Did he really help save the whole helper elf crew?
And what about Christmas? Did it still exist?
That was when he looked over and saw a long list.
It was right by the tree where the whole thing began.
So he rose from his chair and straight to it he ran.
Timmy looked down at the list that he held.
And at all of the words and the names that they spelled.
There were thousands of names. The whole list was quite vast.
And of all of the names his was absolute last.
Written next to his name way, way down at the end,
Were two other words that the Santa’s had penned.
The first word was, “Naughty.” The second word, “Nice.”
And in those two words Timmy found the advice.
He looked up from the list and he glanced at the tree.
In one of the ornaments his face he could see.
He looked like an elf for a moment or so.
And in the reflection he thought he saw snow.
And from somewhere he heard the three words, “Ho-Ho-Ho.”
In the blink of an eye he was normal again.
So he went to the window and saw the three men.
They were all sitting down in the giant red sleigh.
And they waved back at Tim as they all flew away.
And they said:
“Merry Christmas to all… and to all a good day.
And you’d better be nice or next year this same day,
We will make it a point to stop back by this way,
And you can be sure another visit we’ll pay.
And on that next time you will not get away.
That next time we all guarantee you will stay.”
And then the three Santa’s flew up, up and away.
Timmy put down the list and he made up his mind.
For the rest of his life he’d be honest and kind.
But in the back of his brain Timmy had a small thought.
“I never did find all the answers I sought.”
“Maybe by next year I’ll have a new plan.
And I’ll find out all about the whole Santa Claus Clan.”