Elvis lay asleep in his cozy bed, when a sound overhead made him lift his head.
It was Christmas Eve, not a creature did stir, but the worried young boy couldn't help but infer.
With a leap and a bound, he sprang from his room, to find the source of the noise that pierced through the gloom.
And there in the kitchen, to his great surprise, stood Santa himself with tears in his eyes. 'Oh Elvis, dear boy, I'm feeling so blue, my nose is so runny, and I've a cough too.' Elvis knew in a snap what needed to be done, for dear Santa's cold was no festive fun.