Sister Act Poem by Ima Ryma

I came to spend Christmas day with
My brother, Rudolph, at North Pole,
Where Santa's workshop is no myth.
I was okayed by Jolly Ol.'
When I arrived, Rudolph, poor guy,
Was down with the flu and in bed.
Concerned Santa then asked if I,
Cuz my nose too was glowing red,
Could help him and the reindeer out,
Since I was in the family.
'Twas such a great honor no doubt
For Rudolph's little sister, me.

Breaking a glass ceiling, hooray,
As I am leading Santa's sleigh.