Fourteen elves from Christmas past
gathered 'round to watch the blast.
Shockwaves sent them flying gone.
Not a one would wear a cast.

Send them to a new address.
Hard to tell which street is best.
Wave above a magic wand.
Pass out rigid like a guest.

Negative is how you think,
puking in the kitchen sink.
Time is moving like a slither.
Life will soon land sound in sync.

So it's time to say good night.
Forty papers sent to flight.
Shoes so new and soon to wither.
Monday's forecast: something bright.