Right next door to me
there lived a celebrity.
You may have heard of him before –
he always takes flight on night 24.
That’s right, the jolly old man himself –
whose best friend is an elf.
As I recall, they were all
noisy neighbors always going in and out –
those elves sure would scurry about.
Sometimes I’ll admit, I’d help just a bit,
and slip Egg Nog to Rudolph
right before he’d take off.
One day, Nick said to me, “You know
I hate when that wind chill begins to blow.”
And then, that was the end –
he and his elf buddies loaded his sleigh
and just like that flew, flew away.
All the while I heard him exclaiming,
“I’m headed north because it’s too darn cold in Wyoming!”
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