27/12/2024
I have blatantly stolen this from another page, I loved it, substitute some names and.....
Happy Christmas from all the team 🎄🎄🎄
‘‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the yard
Santa was wondering-
‘When did things get so hard?’
Comet had a virus,
Blitzen pulled up lame.
Prancer had a stable cough,
And V***n had the same.
Dancer had started napping,
And Donner had a splint.
And Rudolph’s nose no longer glowed,
And Dasher had a squint.
Vets bills were fast expanding,
The reindeer just weren’t fit,
Christmas eve was fast approaching!
St Nick was really in the s**t.
Mrs Claus was worried,
But she is a tour de force-
“Santa we can solve this!”
She had a plan, of course.
“You need a beast with courage,
Who can fly and stay the course!
With guile and heart and intelligence.
Why, you need an Ex Racehorse!!
Santa clapped his hands with glee!
Mrs Claus was right!
Now he just had to choose his team,
And all was saved come Christmas night.
It soon came time to load the sleigh,
And what a glorious sight!
Necks arched, ears pricked and all alert,
Coats gleaming in the moonlight.
Led by the greatest of all time,
The mighty Super Duty
And after him came Battleship Boy
Then Magnum, what a beauty!
In fourth was Severnwind
Next to him came Clarey,
Guinness looked a bit keen,
And Tim a little lairey!
The final five brought up the rear
Ottis and Louis and Elvis
Henry next trotting along
And Cyril slipped a pelvis
A little trouble with the brakes
Super Duty pulled pretty hard.
A quick pitstop to change his bit,
And up they flew again, onward.
All went well until the pyramids,
Where Magnum had a spook,
“It’s fine!” Cried Boy whilst locking on,
His brilliance is no fluke.
Around Big Ben and the Eiffel Tower
The team flew on the right courses
Sydney Harbour was a breeze,
For such magical racehorses
With such fine horsepower at the helm,
Santa was home in record time!
The horses never missed a beat,
Well-the line up was sublime.
Boys and girls around the world
Awoke to Christmas Day beauty
With thanks to Santa and his steeds,
And the plucky Super Duty.
So if on Christmas night, you wake
To hooves upon the roof,
And soft whinnying in the dead of night,
Well now you have the proof-
Santa sacked his reindeer,
He saw the error of his ways.
He far prefers ex racers,
To deliver Christmas Days
