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So Much For The Reindeer


Santa lost his reindeer,
Looked for them everywhere,
Pulls the donkey out of the barn
How's he supposed to fly in the air?

I don't think magical dust
Will work this time,
This donkey is so lazy
Up steep hills, he can't climb.

Santa gets ready to leave
Out of the house, he carries his red sack,
Walks over to the donkey
And throws it on his back.

The donkey found the sack heavy
And plopped onto the ground,
It's just too bad for Santa
Those reindeer, can't be found.

Santa ties the donkey
To the front of his sleigh,
The donkey kicked Santa hard
The pain won't ever go away.

Poor Santa bent over
From the pain he was in,
He could feel his temperature rising
From deep within.

After about twenty mintues
Santa got up off the ground,
Smacked the donkey upside the head
The donkey was left dumbfound.

The way Santa's donkey is acting
He won't be taking flight,
He won't be able to deliver his presents
Until next year, on Christmas night.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.10/2005

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