The Center is closed today, so please enjoy a offering from the past. Be back tomorrow for Boxing Day.
There once was a reindeer named
DasherWho consulted a New York haberdasher.
He said, ‘Make me fashionable,
Not normal or rational.
‘Cause I see myself much more panacher.”
There once was a reindeer named
DancerWho vacationed near the Tropic of Cancer.
She lounged be the pool
Looking sexy and cool
Searching for a buck to romance her.
There once was a reindeer named
PrancerWho wanted to be a break-dander.
The antlers made it rough
So he had them cut off,
Hoping a bald head would be the answer.
There once was a reindeer named
VixenWhose beauty was very transfixin’
She turned up her nose
At all of her beaux
Whom she led on just to eighty-six ‘em.
There once was a reindeer named
CometWho asked, “Where’s the island of Guam at?
My stomach’s upset
So I need to get
A balm made of Guam palm to calm it.”
There once was a reindeer named
CupidWho did something incredibly stupid,
She drank too much grog,
Mulled wine and egg nog,
And got a DUI near Guadelupe
There once was a reindeer named
DonderWho in a past life was a condor.
That might explain why
He soars through the sky,
But the laying of eggs is a wonder.
There once was a reindeer named
BlitzenWho loves New Orleans where she sits in
With a Dixieland band
Playing piano four-hand
While tour groups watch her, kibitzin’
There once was a reindeer named
RudolphWho is an expert at black-and-blue golf.
In spite of its name
This reindeer game
Is really not quite all that rough.