It was a morning before Christmas in a quaintly talent town where a family awoke to the most unusual sound. I think there's a burglar. I think that's a cat. I think Harry Pied on top of my hat. The family tipped toe downstairs in front only to be shocked at the most surprising sight. Outside the front door quite plain to see they are gift box with a note that said, open me. They opened the box and were excited to see that inside it lay an elf so serene. First asleep and so very cute without a sound not even a hoot. They tried and they tried to wake the small elf and barley blowing a horn all by himself, but nothing would wake the elf that night, even though they tried with all their might. A call came through and after my mom said, a man called Santa clearly responded, I am giving to you a gift this fine day. Something I've heard you ask for when you pray. To wake the elf say the magic words. Elfy, elfy, wakey, wakey. Open your eyes for goodness sake. After putting in their last Christmas wish, mom said goodnight to all Santa Nick. All excited and held together they said the magic words. Little Elfer works so happy. His sleep was over and he was in a family. Now with his whole life to discover the truth, his family thank God for those babies birth.