I don't think I've every actually shared this classic Christmas poem. Granted it's not a fairy tale, but it is about a "right jolly old elf." The poem was first published anonymously in 1823, and later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, who acknowledged authorship in 1837. It is responsible for much of America's current vision of Santa, which kind of makes it part of our folklore.
Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I...