When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a minature sliegh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
'Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now......now where are the rest of my reindeer?'
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