Four lines of prose about: elves.
Santa`s or otherwise, it matters not to me.
Christmas is less than an hour away here, but to those living where it has already started: I hope Santa was kind to you :)
The workshop grows quiet, the tools are put away. Their work is finally done, at least for this day. They gather outside to wave Santa on his way as he lifts into the sky on his mighty red sleigh.
And at last, with satisfied smiles, it is time for the elves to hit the hay.