14 - Struck not Stuck

I get to bed so early, Santa said
Those sugar plums all dancing in my head
But never will you see one pass my lips
No time for food, for fear my schedule slips
Instead I jog around the workshop twice
Checking all the toys for just the nice
The afternoons are spent on other tasks
I read the letters where the children ask
For favourite toys and then (the worst I fear)
Is mucking out those smelly old reindeer
For, finding there’s some jobs he doesn’t like
My cheeky imp has stayed outside, on strike
So nothing that I do is for myself
It’s for the sake of my declining elf