There once was a horse who wasn't a dear of course, but the thought of it was overwhelming.
He dressed in clothes had some candy cane antlers a jolly good fellow he was. No deer none the less, still no shame nor no stress. Wilbur the name being a deer was his game riding Santa around to spread joy to the town and a jolly good fellow he was.
A deer was what he longed to be a deer race ahead he longed to see. He ran and he galloped with giddy and grace now it was time for the deer race. One deer looked him up and down, "not so much a deer you look like a clown." The kids they all cheered and Wilbur felt deared and he ran like the deer he embraced. So, you see Wilbur there just look to your left. You see he's a horse that wishes to be a deer this of course and a jolly good fellow he was. He finished the race and pleaded with grace a jolly good feeling he felt. The deer hurried to him he smiled to please them.
For he knew; No deer was he, still faith had he and a jolly good fellow he was. He was no Rudolph no Prancer or Vixen, yet he rode them to town anyway. The big night was coming they all did some running a jolly good time they had. Santa offered Wilbur a spot he could take so he could ride with him over the lake. Over the houses and over the yards bearing gifts to all the kids and eating their cookies of course. As you can see he was no ordinary horse. For a jolly good fellow he was. A darn good reinhorse he was. Wilbur was he, a deer? Close as could be and a jolly good deed he's done.
(you see wilbur was a horse with special powers...he's the hancock of animals)
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