Reindeer Make Fun of Santa

Mrs. Claus kept warning Santa that this day might come. But he pooh poohed it, and thought surely not, surely not. Today he balked as he stared at the chimney, tight and glum. Wishing he had spent last year eating more “what he ought”. He had downed pumpkin pies, sausages, and hamburgers too. He had tossed out salads with cheeses of yellow and blue. He had devoured donuts, pasta, and spaghetti with delight. So now here he sat staring, at a chimney that already felt tight. Get on down there! Rudolph said with a snort and a wink. You are magical you know, did you forget that, you twink? Santa rolled his eyes; he got no respect from reindeer these days. With a yippee coyote he went down the chimney in all kind of ways. He scraped his knees and he bent his left foot a bit on the land. What did you expect? Donner hollered down after him. A mariachi band? Santa hear the reindeer having a good laugh at his body’s expense. That’s okay, he thought. When I get back, I will install an electric fence.