“Mom, is it finally December’s start?”"

shouts Veka, the Elf, warm of heart.

Now everyone moves with merry art,

for Santa's Christmas rush will start!!

Today must surely be December the second,

and quite a hefty to-do list is beckoned:

Gifts must be made with thoughtful care,

and ponder who the presents will share.

The theme of this third December day

is watching how children laugh and play.

Santa's elves do roll some dice:

who has been naughty and who has been nice?

As dawn of the fourth day starts to rise,

the little elves rub sleep from their eyes.

"Get up right now and stop that snoring,

Your porrige is cooling while you're ignoring!

Today is surely December five,

and rice must also be bought to thrive.

If porridge won’t grace the Christmas table,

then where will we find the almond—how will we be able?

A brand-new morning dawns once more,

today is number six in store.

“Careful now, don’t let it sag,

as you raise up Finland’s shining flag!”

Today is the seventh December day,

you’ll help out Santa, won’t you—say?.

Things will go wrong in every way,

if the reindeer aren’t given their hay.

Now comes the morning of day eight,

and Santa gets an idea great:

if Mrs. Claus the gifts will mete,

then Santa can stay home and make porridge sweet!

Before they even think to trade,

Santa must get baking made.

The elves can have their say and take

can Santa now the Christmas tarts make?

Today it’s Mrs. Claus’s turn,

with all the elves as guides to learn.

She drives very well and misses the gate

gets her license way early, not late 

This sets Mrs. Claus in a joyful craze,

forgetting all her indoor ways.

With not a worry in the air,

she rides the reindeer everywhere!

.Lumi villisti pöllyää,

as Mrs. Claus speeds reindeer there.

Soon every path she knows by heart

Well this is fun, a splendid start!”"

But trouble now begins to brew,

for Santa makes just tarts — it’s true.

“We wish we had some real food…” they sigh,

the elves around the table, wistful-eyed.

“Come home now, dear Mrs. Claus, we plea,

the reindeer’s hocks grow weary, you see.

And order’s needed in this house again,

we surely could use a little help, my friend.”

Mrs. Claus would love to ride still more,

 but the reindeer’s rest is hard to ignore.

They guide Santa’s sleigh back to the stall,

while Santa sets out tarts and the evening meal.

When day sixteen begins to rise,

the elves have wishes of every size..

“Potatoes and gravy we’d gladly take,

or you could us pea soup make!”

The reindeer, too, longed for normal days,

and nearly hugged Santa in their gentle ways.

“Though it wasn’t bad and we weren’t denied,

the pace was still a little too wild!”

The days are back to their usual style,

jand the reindeer rest in their own warm aisle.

Yet Mrs. Claus recalls with a wistful pride,

how the reindeer sled across the snow would glide...

Where could we find an answer, say?

If each helped in the other’s way.

At times with the reindeer, at times with the spoon,

our home would find its Christmas peace soon..

Mix up the porridge and puddings well,

and gingerbread sheets with goodness swell.

Before we head out, Christmas spirits rovin’,

we’ll put the food to rest inside the oven.

Then on the journey, along the way,

the oven can be switched on—just a click, they say.

Everyone joins Santa on his round,

no one stays by the stove, alone, homebound!

Oh, what a joyful, merry ride,

to travel with reindeer side by side.

Softly sneaking from nook to nook,

together we give gifts—just take a look.

When we get home, the scents delight,

the ham is ready, the porridge just right.

We feast on treats—oh, quite a load

the home is filled with Christmas joy bestowed!