Dasher has said he's got lumbago
And Dancer's come down with a cold
Prancer's in bed, with a stomach upset
And Vixen has bashed his nose
Comet has got two black eyes
Which he got in a fight with Cupid
Whilst Donner has taken all the bells
So, Blitzen has gone off in a huff
Therefore Santa has drunk all the Christmas sherry
And is nursing a hangover in bed
He has decided, next year, to make them all redundant
And have Christmas in July, instead.
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