December 23rd~

The Hopping Elf is the biggest factory in all of the North Pole and it’s in full swing. So are hammers, needles, scissors, saws, hot glue guns, and a great number of other sharp, heavy, jagged, hot, deathly tools.

To get through our busy day treating patients with unpleasant procedures and servings of spiked nog (an elf’s best pain killer), I coined a song the nurses and I can sing to cheer up the E.R.

🎶On the first day of Christmas, my nurse gave to me…

9 **syringes** squirting!

8 stitches fraying!

7 ice packs cooling!

6 beds-a-rolling!

5 GOLDEN SLIIIINNNNGS!

4 body casts

3 French sutures

2 turtle bed pans

AND A MONITOR TO MEASURE THE **HEARTBEEEAAT**!

We were enjoying ourselves immensely, and even had some rather drunk elves singing off-key with us. But then, Mrs. Claus came by with her customary cookies for the patients. The humor of it was totally **lost** on her, unfortunately.

Until the next entry,

Nurse Twinkletoes