Retirement Home Poem by Ima Ryma

When I retired from Santa's shop,
This elf decided to look for
Some warmer digs, so made a stop
At a cottage with a green door,
Deep in the woods of Emerald Isle.
For sale, I bought the cottage from
A leprechaun with a sly smile.
Told elves up North, all were welcome.
And on each Christmas Eve I do
Get a visit from some old friends,
The herd of reindeer and guess who!
Retirement has great dividends.

A happy retired elf I is,
Baking cookies for Keebler's biz.