‘Twas the hour before Christmas, up at the North Pole, Not a soul wasn’t stirring, with the town all a-whirl. The elves packing presents all into the sleigh, Preparing for Santa to deliver them up and away. The sleigh being polished without any misste

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 just chuckled, “Oh, how you all jest! Can you even fit through your harnesses best?” Yet Dasher, with a pat on her belly so round, Nodded, “We’re ready; we’ll not let you down!” So Santa, determined to give it a go, Checked off his list while they shuffled in tow. He climbed up aboard, with a wink and a grin, “Alright, dear reindeer, let’s see who can win!” With a snap of the reins and a fling of good cheer, He called out their names, “To the skies, my dear!” Then up they all soared, an impressive display, Though each little bounce made them wobble and sway. Through the night sky they flew, through the stars and the mist, Delivering joy with a flick of the wrist. Though their bellies were heavy, they soared high and free, With Santa's loud laughter, “Ho Ho! Come and see!” Each house received gifts, with a shimmer and shine, And beneath the soft glow, they felt so divine. The magic of Christmas, no matter their size, Kept them in the air, ‘neath the starry skies. And when it was over, with the dawn’s early light, They landed back safely with an air of delight. One by one, they tumbled out of the sleigh, A team carrying memories that would long stay. Santa chuckled aloud, as he looked at them all, “Next year, let’s limit the feasting!” he’d call. Yet deep down he knew, as he stroked his round beard, To celebrate joy sometimes meant to be steered. So they cheered merry laughs, with each belly a jig, For who could deny it? They’d each had their gig. With a promise of fitness for next Christmas Eve, The North Pole rang out with their giggles and heaves. And so every year, till the end of their flight, The reindeer would feast with their Santa each night. But through laughter and struggles, they’d always prevail, For together they thrived, as they flew with the sleigh.