THE ELVES AND THE SHOEMAKER
By Josie Whitehead
Next day, after prayers, he returned to his bench,
But he gasped at the sight which he saw:
Not one pair of shoes, no not two, neither three.
Lying there on his bench he saw four!!
He returned to the shop, running ever so fast,
And the manager smiled with delight.
With coins in his pocket from selling the shoes,
He bought food and new leather that night.
'Tonight,' said the shoemaker, 'here’s what we'll do.
We'll not hurry off to our beds,
But remain in the room, very hidden away,
And we’ll wait for our workers instead.'
'Someone, for certain is making these shoes.
Now Doggy, keep quiet! Do not bark!'
So the pair of them waited and quietly watched And before long they saw in the dark . . . . .
Some very small elves soon arrived in the shop
And they started to work straight away.
By candlelight all of them worked on the shoes But they left long before it was day.
There is something to tell you, I'm sorry to say:
The elves each wore coats that were old.
They were not only old but the fabric was thin.
I'm quite sure the poor elves felt the cold.
The shoemaker studied the hard-working elves
And Doggy was watching them too.
Next day, with more money, he said to his dog:
'I think that I know what I'll do.'
Continued . . . . . .