Rudolph's Broken Leg
The snow was soft, the air so still,
When Rudolph stumbled down the hill.
His crimson nose, a beacon dimmed,
As tears welled up, his spirit trimmed.
The elves with haste, their hands so kind,
Mended his leg with time to bind.
"Don’t fret," said Dasher, "We’ll pull through,"
For Christmas magic always grew.
Though Rudolph stayed behind to rest,
His courage lit the North Pole’s quest.
The stars aligned to guide the sleigh,
And love lit up the holiday.
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