On the North Pole flight pad, Christmas 'round the bend,
Santa checked out his reindeer and the gifts he'd send.
He tested the harness, the sleigh and the sack.
But where were the lists? He'd have to go back.
He searched through his pockets, long'johns and hat,
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The panic was rising, where could it be at?
Then all of a sudden came a furious chewing,
What were those idiot herbivores doing?
With fear he ran to the head of the pack,
As Rudolph emitted an unsavory "Ack!"
"He's eaten my list!" Santa cried with distress,
"If I screw up my route, I'll get nail'd by the press."
'Cross the snow Santa ran to his desk full of paper,
Warmed up his pc and then lit a taper.
He sat at his Mac, disk drive awhirring,
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