Elves in Tights and Strands of Lights

Here at the North pole, and especially at Christmas time.
The village is being decorated, and Christmas spirit is easy to find.
Except that is for last year, when things went terribly wrong
I remember looking out my window, over the snow and across the lawn.
It was my head elf Blake, displaying a wreath on his door.
It looked a little bare, so he wanted something more.
He hung a strand of lights, to make the festive mood complete
Which caught the jealous eye, of his younger brother Steve across the street.

Now Steve was sour and cranky, not the jolliest of guys
You could see his cut-throat nature in his cold and steely eyes.
When he saw what Blake had done, he hung a bigger wreath
With fancy frosted pinecones, and a velvet bow beneath.
He decked his lawn with ornamental reindeer and a sleigh
Then added flashing lights that really clobbered Blake's display.
But Blake would not accept defeat, he really looked alive
And soon a whole nativity appeared out on his drive.

The Kings were mounted on their camels, with their faithful entourage.
They were guided by a gleaming star on top of Blake's garage.
A host of plastic shepherds kept their flocks upon his lawn
"Take that!" he yelled across the street, and Steve yelled, "Bring it on!"
The gloves were off and now those two put on a frightful show
Their lights made downtown Vegas look like something out of D'Lo.
There were choirs of angels, toiling elves, and blinking candy canes.
There were heaps of gift-wrapped boxes hauled by working model trains.

There were Styrofoam snowmen standing ninety-one feet tall.
There were motor-driven Santas shouting "Merry Christmas to All!"
There were huge majestic Christmas trees that towered to the sky
But even up until Christmas Eve, their contest was still a tie.
So Blake and Steve stood on their lawns, each glaring at his foe.
Declaring he would not give in until it began to snow.
Of course, dreaming of a white Christmas has always been my style
And once that blizzard started up, I couldn't help but smile.

It covered every ornament, it silenced every bell.
It buried every reindeer and each tiny elf as well.
It silenced those shouting Santas and it dimmed each glaring light
Till everything was peaceful in an endless sea of white.
Then head elf Blake and younger brother Steve, who had battled tooth and claw
Could only shake each other's hand and call the whole thing a draw.
And as for me, I made a vow by which I still abide
Whenever Christmas rolls around, I hang my wreath inside!