Elf on the shelf

On the eve of the first day of December there was a sight for sore eyes that  I shall always remember.. skittishly scattering all along the moonlit street, I saw hundreds of tiny pixies with little turned up feet, tho not a sound of their footsteps could be heard but there was a chorus of chanting and I heard every word

“Elves on the shelves that is who we are, getting up to allsorts of fun as we hide in a jar, we are your magical mischievious cheer.. but we will vanish in the night before Christmas day is here” well the very next morning all the girls and the boys would mysteriously find these jovial joys..but the little Elf that sits on the shelf is really very secretive, he likes to hide by himself.. 

No girl or boy nor dog or cat dare touch little Elf or he or she shall scat!! back to the land of whence they came, tho one will never know that name.. these tiny extraordinary Elves are on a mission of digs and delves.. hunting out a place to hide.. so children search them far and wide.. within their house they call their home, their very own favourite festive gnome