Sleigh Dispute

The old man from the North has lost his boots.
The Reindeer have them, they’re in cahoots!
They’re black and shiny, all lined with fur
And in Arctic Circles they cause quite a stir.

They’ve taken the boots as they believe
It was just too busy on Christmas Eve.
They’ll give them back, when he’s agreed
To less ‘pulling’, and more of the feed.

He’s far too heavy to carry around,
And they want a pay rise of half a pound,
At which the old man gives a saintly grin
And the reindeer think that he’s given in.

But it’s then they smell their master’s feet,
And one by one they begin to bleat,
As if by chance the boots are found,
He gives a chuckle, as off they bound.

They speed across the frosted land,
The snow as deep as desert sand.
A polar bear watches as they go by
But to catch them, now he’d have to fly.

On their return the reindeer find
They share a stable, but they don’t mind
As their home is lit by a golden light
Which shines on the world that special night.