Rudolph, the Lighthouse Beacon
Santa fired Rudolph,
for being a drunken slob;
They crashed onto a mountain top,
that's how he lost his job!
Toys scattered here and there,
along with Santa's sleigh;
Rudolph barfed like a bugle,
kids' hopes were dashed away
Together, they found shelter,
huddled as one in a cave;
Santa cried out to Rudolph...
"You've dug your own grave!!"
Christmas came and went,
they were rescued in a week;
Santa was stiff as a popsicle,
the poor fellow could barely speak!
Back home at the 'Pole,
Santa was boiling hot;
He called Rudolph to his office,
and fired him on the spot!
No one heard from Rudolph,
things were quiet as a mouse;
Someone says he's found a job,
shining atop of a lighthouse
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