“Ripe jolly old elf”? Yeah right. Only one night a year.
Do you know the management skills it takes to focus a bunch of dancing, merry elves and talking reindeer into becoming the greatest manufacturing and delivery service in the history of mankind? Not to mention the pressure on him to deliver the goods on everyone’s favorite holiday celebrating the birthday of a man they actually restarted the calendars for.
It’s the world’s toughest job, and it takes a one tough, old, SOB to do it! Guess that just wouldn’t have sounded as good in the poem.
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