Ode Deer

Deer, Oh, Deer, oh lovely host! Do you enjoy your Christmas trust? You pull the sleigh, with magic born, across the sky 'fore Christmas morn. Oh. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolph, do you recall, the very first Christmas in a manger stall? Shepherds, sheep, donkeys, and cattle witnessed the birth in a barn. Throughout the world animals rejoiced on the day the Savior was born. Your ancestors may, on that glorious day, have looked on a beautiful star. And known that the marvelous, miraculous, birth had occurred in a place rather far. To have been chosen, from your kindred, to honor His glorious birth and election so the world would remember, late in December, is your honorable, noteworthy, selection. Your existence is fable, unlike the stable, but your mission is similar to His own; For you carry peace and joy in a gift or a toy so Santa can visit each home. The joy that abounds as Santa makes rounds is seen in each girl and boy. To be part of His gift and give children a lift is indescribably wonderful joy.