Time was running out for
them,
With many things to do,
Rudolph's bulb must be burned
out,
No longer red, but blue.
Mrs. Claus near panicked,
Is
Rudolph really sick?
Ah no, it's just another of,
A reindeer's corny
tricks!
For when he takes his place in
line,
To make a practice run,
He kicks his heels, his nose turns
red,
It's just more reindeer fun.
The bells on harness have to
be,
Polished to golden glow,
Checked for the sound of jingle,
As
they fly across the snow.
Santa oversees the work,
As
presents are piled high,
All in preparation for,
His trip across the
sky.
But when he dons his suit of
red,
He finds he has a problem,
Mrs. Santa wrings her
hands,
Commences then to sobbing.
Santa's tummy is too big,
He's
put on too much weight,
It has to be all the junk food...
Will Santa
now be late?
Rudolph comes to the rescue,
Again he saves the day,
Points to a new red Santa suit,
That's
offered on E-Bay!
With Overnight Express,
And the
help of a charge card,
Santa's trip, is on again,
He'll show up in
your yard.
So go to sleep on Christmas
Eve,
Pleasant dreams to fill your head,
For Santa won't forsake
you,
He's overweight, but still not dead!
(c) 2004 Loree (Mason)
O'Neil
