In winter's hush, 'neath the falling snow, lived Nathan Drury, an elf in tow.
Small in stature, like a festive sprite,
With hands petite, yet hearts took flight.

Amid twinkling lights, on that magical night, Nathan danced joy, a pint-sized delight. His laughter echoed in the frosty air, a Christmas elf with kindness rare.

In dream's workshop, where wishes spun, Nathan crafted joy till the setting sun. Though small in form, his spirit soared, a yuletide magic, forever adored.

With tinsel and bells, and a tree's soft glow, Nathan's presence warmed in candlelight's throw. His small hands held the essence of cheer, spreading love far and near.

In the elfin realm, where dreams find a home, Nathan stood tall, no need to roam. For in Christmas's heart, size didn't matter, his spirit, a gift, a festive clatter.

Here's to Nathan, an elf in our midst,
a Christmas tale, where joy persists.
With hands like magic, and a spirit so merry, Nathan Drury, small but bright, a holiday cherry.