Hope you all enjoy.......
Let me know if you do........ DELL
According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male
and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer
drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to
mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth
in the spring. Therefore, based on every available rendition depicting Santa's
reindeer, every single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be female.
We should've known. Only women would be able to drag a short-legged
fat man in red velvet suit, all around the world in one night and not get lost.
I received the above as an e-mail from several friends. But after reading it a few times I decided there
should be more to the story. So after pondering what it needed I wrote the following story. I hope you like it.
The GIRLS NIGHT OUT Written by Dell M. Mangum 11-20-01
It was the night before Christmas and all through the place,
The Reindeer were primping and putting on their game face.
They knew they would be needed to maneuver the Sleigh,
Delivering happiness all over the world on this Christmas day.
First there was Dasher, that sleek little wench,
Who was lifting some free weights, and doing a press on a bench.
Then there was Dancer, who lived up to her name,
Waltzing and dancing till she nearly went lame.
Donner the glutton, was eating a bowl full of chili,
And drinking a beer named after someone called Billy.
Blitzen is cramped up and bloated and has PMS.
If she can still fly will be anyone's guess.
Comet was busy cleaning the men's room cammode,
She wanted things shiny, before they hit the road.
Cupid was singing love songs and darting around,
Trying to keep her heart from coming unwound.
Prancer was practicing steps from the “Nut Cracker” ballet,
Just filling in time until they hook up to the sleigh.
Vixen that foxy young thing, was in front of a mirror,
Bemoaning the sight of her great big posterior.
Rudolph, the female pretender, was looking his best,
And to aid in his quest of sneaking in with the rest,
He resorted to camouflage by painting his toes.
But in his haste to be ready got it all over his nose.
Meanwhile poor Santa was going out of his head,
Trying to figure out which ones to hook to his sled.
And wondering how the guys at the coffee shop will take the sad news,
That his bulky red sleigh will be pulled by a “Squadron of EWES”.
Written by Dell M. Mangum Blackfoot, Idaho 11-20-01
(dell.mangum@gmail.com)