Santa Loses His Lid
Dasher was reluctant, and in a bad mood anyway
So, he let Santa try to push him, out of his way
Santa gave an elongated sigh as he pushed him up snow.
But Dasher weighs five hundred and two and refused to go.
What will I do with you? Santa asked his reindeer, the lead.
He might have to appoint another animal as North Pole steed.
I guess I will invite Vixen to be my new favorite, Santa said.
This made Dasher angrier; his cheeks turned pinkish red.
Prancer and Dancer were laughing at the situation at hand.
Rudolph was giddy, dancing to a Mexican tequila band.
Dasher ran off, showing his backside with a sassy flip.
Making Santa yell out “bleepy gleepy creepy gyp blip!”
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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