Santa Frog

Santa came down with a horrible cold. Had to interview everyone – young and old. Elves finally chose a frog big and bold Whose steed was a hen from Farmer Mold. What about a sleigh? Asked many of us. This issue was foremost, we did discuss. How can a frog do it? We asked elf named Gus. Your complaining makes you a whiny cuss. But a chicken? How can that be his steed? Gus gave us an evil eye and smoked his weed. He did not care who did it indeed. As long as he could sit in his winter tweed. Weirdly enough, the frog and hen did fine. So, I stopped my grousing, no longer a whine. They stopped for cookies, ate the orange rine. It was fun to see them arrive in plenty of time.