'Twas late in the day <br />on that Christmas Eve <br />and the elves lost their way, <br />Santa rolled up his sleeve, <br />quick took out out his road map <br />and peered through his glasses <br />then he waved with his cap <br />'Let us move your fat asses! ' <br />So the reindeer did fly <br />in a Northern direction <br />and from high in the sky <br />they could see a reflection. <br />As their well-travelled legs <br />landed, things became funny: <br />Among thousands of eggs <br />sat the Easterbunny.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-being-late/
