GROUNDED
GROUNDED
I think it’s going to rain dear,
Called Mrs. C from the door.
Ho ho ho, said Santa,
I’ve heard that joke before.
Tomorrow is my big day.
It’s Christmas Eve you know.
I’ve heard the weather forecast
And of course it’s going to snow.
I’m setting off a day early this time
Or I’ll get there late I fear.
The reindeer are getting past their prime
And struggle more each year
Comet can’t shoot across the sky
And Vixen’s even slower.
Dasher can barely get off the ground
And Cupid’s aim’s getting lower.
Dunder can’t thunder through the air..
Poor Dancer can no longer dance.
Blitzen no longer lights up the sky
While Prancer can no longer prance
Even Rudolph’s light is fading;
No longer a shiny nose.
And, if you ever saw it,
You wouldn’t say it glows
I’m afraid they’re no longer able
To pull the loaded sled.
So next year I’m putting them out to grass
And going electric instead
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