In Santa’s great workshop, up North in the snow,
There’s a team of bold elves known as the “Mistletoe.”
Not merry or mellow like most of their peers,
These pranksters brought chaos year after year.
Their leader was Twinkle, small yet so spry,
With glitter bombs flying as toys zipped on by.
One sparkly explosion turned the whole line green,
And each toy that left had a shimmering sheen.
Mrs. Claus shook her head, not pleased with the sight,
But Santa just chuckled, “It’s festive—alright!”
Then came little Puck with his mischievous grin,
Who swapped candy cane flavors and stirred trouble within.
Peppermint swapped for chili? A fiery surprise!
Santa’s shocked face brought tears to their eyes.
And Spark, oh the techie, a wizard with gear,
Would tinker with sleighs till the reindeer would cheer.
One tropical Christmas, Santa nearly got tanned,
Thanks to Spark’s clever hacking of sleigh-guiding plans.
On Christmas Eve night, the pranksters struck bold,
With Rudolph’s red nose swapped for blue, bright, and cold.
When Santa arrived, he laughed till he cried,
And even old Rudolph was beaming with pride.
But as morning drew near and the work was undone,
Santa gathered the Misfits—each naughty one.
He grinned as he spoke, with a twinkle so clear,
“You’ve brought laughter and joy to this holiday year.
But the spirit of Christmas is love, bright and true,
So bring joy to others, not just mischief for you.”
The Misfits stood silent, then nodded with glee,
And pitched in to finish by trimming the tree.
They wrapped up the toys, prepped the sleigh with delight,
And made sure each gift would arrive on that night.
As Santa took off with a laugh and a cheer,
The North Pole grew calm till the end of the year.
But the Misfits all knew, though they’d done good this time,
They’d be back with new pranks before New Year’s chime!
So here’s to the Misfits, their hearts full of cheer,
Merry Christmas to all, and a bright, festive year!
