Funiculars are fun in particular,
but nothing can slay like a sleigh,
rooftop to rooftop, house to house,
no track to get in the way.
All they need are eight trusty reindeer
to slice through the wintry sky.
Santa would recruit them since he was
the man, of course he was the guy.
He visited the ranch where reindeer
are raised and hired himself a crew.
An octet of hairy, hearty beasts
who could safely see him through.
As good as he was with children’s names,
he couldn’t get the deer names right.
“On Asher, Nixon, Blitzkrieg, and Yonder”.
Mrs. Claus winced at the sight.
She offered an idea to help Santa’s plight,
“What if you get one more reindeer to lead?
You’ll only have one name to remember
and can focus on your other needs.”
Santa Claus shopped for another deer,
who happened to have a bright red nose
but he seemed a born leader, played no games,
and weirdly glowed wherever he goes.
When the night came, Santa let out a yell,
“Take us forward, Rudyard, we’re on our way!”
The Mrs. shook her head in disbelief,
she had only one more thing to say.
“Bring back some cookies. I hope it doesn’t snow or rain, dear.”
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