`Twas the night before Christmas and at the North Pole, Santa's sled was packed tight, the reindeer ready to go, When out in the snow there arose such a clatter, St. Nick sprang from the can to see what was the matter.
"The elves are on strike!" Cried Mrs. Claus with disdain, "What shall we do Santa? C'mon rack your fat brain!" Santa's face sparkled, he shouted "Merry Christmas to all!" He dashed to the coat closet and grabbed his 16 pound ball.
Santa began to laugh so hard his stomach was rolling, "C'mon you old woman it's time for elf bowling!" The elves were assembled in the snow at midnight, Santa set the ball rolling, Mrs. Claus yelled out "Strike!"
The elves were knocked flying, all clean off their feet, They fell in the snow on their heads and their seats, When they got up and picked up their placards, Santa's second ball bowled slammed into them hard.
Two were left flattened, the rest out of breath, "C'mon get up again, I've got several goes left" Santa yelled as the elves got back up and grumbled, He bowled once again and in heaps the elves tumbled.
He knocked them like tenpins at the end of a lane, Mrs. Claus fetched his ball so he could bowl once again. The elves were disgruntled, they knew they were losing, If they protested they'd be in for more bruising.
The reindeer were laughing so hard that they had to sit down, As each time those bad elves were knocked to the ground. "Okay said the elf leader," who was all out of puff, "We'll go back to our work - we've had quite enough."
The reindeer were laughing so hard they were crying, From watching the striking elves get bowled and sent flying, The bashed and bruised elves, got into the sleigh, Santa snapped the reins and they got on their way.
He looked back at his spouse as he rose out of sight, "That's quite enough elf bowling - at least for tonight!"
