All the elves trembled
When the black reindeer was born
Alone in his youth
Christmas just didn’t fit him
So he moved to Maine
Where his darkness blended well
And he found a special task
Candy on antlers
He did on Halloween night
Kids grabbed the candy
Until his antlers were bare
Birth can misplace one
Yet destiny can be found
If one is willing to search
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I hear he's chums with the black cat, with whom he'd share a milkshake -- and swap perspectives -- on the bar every friday the 13th. ^_^
Hullo Terry. Enjoyed catching up with your posts (especially the shadorma). Cheers.
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