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Old Rudolph was lazy this year.
Did not want to pull, that was clear.
He sulked in his stall
and started to bawl.
St. Nick had a problem, I fear.

Mrs. C. announced, “I’ll fix that.
I’ll knit him a warm winter hat.
he’ll have a good day;
report to the sleigh.
I’ll see him right now for a chat.”

But Rudolph was stubborn and hard.
“No hat. I won’t step in the yard.
I want better feed;
that is all I need.”
And then he played out his trump card.

“It will be so snowy tonight,
that Santa will need my bright light,
as he goes his way,
with his magic sleigh,
or he’ll find himself with a plight.

Mrs. Claus went inside to bake.
Gingerbread she thought she would make.
Should appease Rudolph
and get the team off,
so she whipped them up in a shake.

He ate up that goodie with glee,
‘til not any crumbs could he see.
“So let’s hitch me up;
I have had my sup.”
So Santa took off, one, two, three!

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