Santa Fires Most of the Reindeer
We can go faster if we take the magic bike, Rudolph said.
Santa rolled his eyes and the reindeer’s nose got louder red.
We can get rid of the others on the payroll too.
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Blitzen and Vixen to name a few.
Santa looked at the magic bike. How can if fly far away?
Nothing up my sleeves, Rudolph said. Just trust me, okay?
So Santa signed the contract, and they fired the other deer.
Then he and Rudolph climbed on the bike, full of good cheer.
The bike struggled and stopped and sputtered and kicked.
Santa knew then that he had truly been gloriously tricked.
The other reindeer appeared, and demanded more money.
“As our union rep, they told Rudolph, you are a honey!”
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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