With a shake of his head and a deep, hearty sigh,
Santa looked at his reindeer, their bloated forms nigh.
“Now how can we fly with all of this weight?
We’ve a world full of wishes; we cannot be late!”
The reindeer all shuffled, some shifting their legs,
Embarrassed and full, their plans full of dregs.
“Don’t worry, dear Santa,” said Vixen with pride,
“We'll manage the night—together, we’ll glide!”
But Santa


