The preparations had gotten plumb out of hand.
A hailstorm blew through and took down the line
That brought the power for lights on the pine.
The elves crawled in bed and pulled up the cover.
That wasn't the worst. The flu was in town.
The reindeers had fever that wouldn't go down.
She thought, "Napping again? What do I do?"
Then Pooh sauntered out, of where, no one knew,
"Chill out, baby girl," he said. "All is cool."
And everyone else is South for the winter.
It's cold out there, but Santa needs us.
You'll be chilled out, if you're not a big wuss."
"Who you callin' a wuss? I'm in, for sure.
A trip 'round the neighborhood, a breath of fresh air."
"No," said Pooh. "He's never heard or seen."
"Look in the closet, and out on the porch.
It's awful dark. We may need a torch."
Muttered Pooh, "He disappears quick as a wink.
Oh, don't forget to look under the sink."
Maybe under the bed? Bring over the light.
There you are. Hey! Come out and help us.
There's so much to do. Now, don't make a fuss."
We'll all get lost, and there'll be heck to pay."
Sammie began to tremble. A tear fell down
And made a wet spot on the ground.
And it feels so great when we get back home."
"We'll be there," said Pooh, "and Santa and Ma.
No one'll ever believe what they looked up and saw."
And raised his voice to join their howls.
"Together, we'll do what needs to be done
And while we're doing it, we'll have great fun!"