A mystical portal to the fairies place
They live in secret, and they do wear lace
Pretty little pixies, and elves
All dress so different just being themselves
Some have been on vacations from Santa’s home
A few of them are even genuine gnomes
Most must go back to help make the toys
For all of the children, good girls and boys
They are pretty little creatures
With very fine features
So dainty, and graceful you don’t know they’re there
Next time you feel a slight breeze take a peak if you dare
We all have a child within us no matter the age
So don’t pretend you don’t know them when they go into a rage
They’ll mess up your drawers and closets too
Little fairies won’t care then when you feel blue
They may even tell Santa you’ve been bad this year
Keep them close in your memory hold them dear
Don’t forget Irish leprechauns either
Or their lucky charms neither
Some are fairies, others nymphs,
Others are brownies, gremlins and imps
They all have mystical powers even luck
One type is even called a puck
So next time you tell a little fairy tale
Think for a moment you saw one sail
On that tiny paper boat you made as a kid
Or the time you covered your head as you hid
You always knew they were really there
It didn’t bother you, or you didn’t care
After all we can imagine all of these things
And all of the joy these stories bring
