Santa called out “Ho Ho Ho” the sleigh refused to go,

Standing there, on Christmas eve, surrounded by the snow;

Rudolph looked him in the eye, said: “Get yourself a bike!

As of now, we reindeers go nowhere, we’re all on strike!”

Santa sat back on his seat, and stroked his flowing beard,

This was just the kind of thing that Mrs. Claus had feared;

Left-wing elves had infiltrated Toyland’s working force,

Spreading fear and factions (and collecting dues, of course).

Dancer cried: “We want nice coats that reach down to our knees,

All the toys that we deliver – we want royalties!”

“Yes!” cried Prancer, “And we want a no-cost dental plan”

Dasher said: “He won’t agree, let’s post a total ban!”

“Wait a minute” Santa cried “Can’t we negotiate?

Christmas eve is passing by, it soon will be too late!”

“Better give us what we want!” said Blitzen, looking sour,

“Extra pay for holidays, and tea breaks every hour!”

“Safety workwear, too” said Vixen, “For the snowy roofs,

Woolen covers for our noses, fur boots for our hoofs;”

“Right” said Cupid, “And we want a brand-new lightweight sleigh,

Every year my back just kills me right through Christmas day!”

Comet looked at Dasher, gave a wink, said: “We demand

Any night shift – double time – oh yeah, and cash in hand!

Course we aren’t so selfish, we’re not thinking of ourselves,

All these benefits we want are also for the elves.”

Santa jumped down from the sleigh and cut the reindeer loose,

He could lecture, beg and plead, but really saw no use;

“Come on Santa” Rudolph argued, “We can sign a pact,”

Santa looked around them all and said two words: “You’re sacked!”

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