I Can Barely Fly Two Hundred and Two

Santa is humming as he checks over his list next to the snow. What song is that? Asks Blixen, who truly does not know. Not sure, Dancer answers, but this year we do not have to go. We are going Dancer and Prancer informed them, even if we are slow. We are too old, argues Blixen, and Comet falls into place too. Let’s let the young reindeer have a chance; like that youngster Phew. We will slow down Santa, I can barely fly two hundred and two. Santa says “Come on, fellows, you have more good years in you.” So the original reindeer get ready for another worldly trip. They fly fast and furiously, like a well-honed rocket ship. When they return home, they have cookies and a tiny sip. Of egg nog and liquor, and Blixen does a happy upside down flip.