When the house is quiet
And the residents asleep
I wander round this house alone
And try not to make a peep
I float above the floorboards
So my footsteps do not creak
I whistle in a whisper low
As in each crook I peek
I know not what I’m looking for
But still compelled I roam
Up and down the curving stair
To get to know your home
I pass beside all sleeping forms
How soundly they do snore
I’m not there to disturb their rest
As I flit from door to door
Sometimes I will be the wind
That flutters through the sill
Or trail my fingers through their hair
And bend dreams to my will
The clues to my identity
(For I could be nothing else)
Are as plain as nose upon your face
I’m that minx, Elf on the Shelf!
Enduring fixture in your house
A noisome thing am I
Appearing out of nowhere and
Blind to all passersby
There’s those that don’t believe in me
That deny my phantom ways
Yet here I am, or there I’m not
You’ll search for days and days
A friendly presence that believes
The world could use more smiles
I’m here to spread some Christmas joy
In my sweetly creepy style!
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