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Santas little helpers were busy having fun
Wrapping and labelling the presents ready for the Xmas run

The reindeer had their coats washed smelt of lavender and things
The sleigh had been revarnished was now bright and glowing.

The reigns were now polished as a surprise for Santa Claus
So he would look the kiddy not a drab old droopy drawers

The presents were in the sack, in house order for delivery
Santa admired his reigns not realising they were slippery.

He jerked the reigns  as a nod for the reindeers" 
To start their pulling then it happened, oh dear

The reigns slipped through Santa's fingers reindeer were off at speed
Luckily thomas was out with his tank engine knew he had to try and stop the steeds

He puffed along the track shouting  at Santa to hang on  tight
Then disappeared into a tunnel giving Santa such a fright

The minions were out in their millions pulling on the reigns to stop the race
While batman flew in voicing his opinion that a race at Xmas wasn't the place

Said to the minions you want to help, Santa is exhausted not in the mood to yo ho ho ho 
Deliver these presents off you go but be quiet those children mustn't know

But if you peeped and saw yellow Santas Instead of the usual red one
It's the minions helping out until the presents are all gone.

Santa is snoring now he has had a stressful day
Think before you do more than help it sometimes doesn't pay .

Penned 26 November 2014

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