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Grandpa reindeer were excited to watch the annual Christmas dance.
You should see my grandson twirl and kick and spin and prance!
This was from Prancer who knew this might be his last chance
To see the annual competitive reindeer Christmas dance.

Dasher and Donner shared a grandson, named Dabbity Booze.
He could clog the tails off the other reindeer’s blue suede shoes.
They were in the front row, sharing a laugh about today’s event.
Vixen thought his granddaughter’s dance was heaven sent.

Dancer still fancied himself the best reindeer dancer of all.
He came sliding in, gave a bump and a grind and started to fall.
Comet laughed his petootsie off, which was not very nice.
Cupid offered the rest of the reindeer a warm pizza slice.

Blitzen was the only reindeer not showing up this year.
He has contracted Alzheimer’s now, the poor old aged dear.
The competition was a success, the grandchildren did fine.
At the end they included their grandfathers in a fun congo line.

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