I am a bee, a busy bee, a Christmas bee, you see
I have too much to do, I am buzz-y, buzz-y, buzz-y.
Santa dear, one day, came to me, and asked for my help, you see
“The shopping list is far too long,” whined he, over a cuppa tea.
His face, a wee bit weary, into the chair, he slumped, so sad, dear me!
“Got too much to do; pressies to buy, then wrap to put under that tree.”
“Rudolph’s down with flu, two elves are sick in bed, oh woe is me!”
Oh my gosh, thought me the bee, was this a dream, a movie or some fantasy?
Come, come, dear man, this will not do; tut-tut, all this I cannot see
Now listen up, Santa, just you breathe, relax and quietly drink your tea.
The world awaits you; every kid with bated breath, agog to hug a pressie
Don’t let them down, please, Santa; I will do my part to help, said me the bee.
So, who helped with the wrapping, the packing; gifts to place beneath the Christmas tree?
Who bucked up Santa? Healed Rudolph and those sickly elves? Yes, me the bee!
Dear friends, so that’s the tale how I became a Christmas bee, the busy bee;
Now whene’er you hear the “Ho Ho Ho!”, thank me, the bee – buzz-y, buzzy, buzz-y!
Maloquacious © 2016