There was a young reindeer named Nate
Who at Christmas would procrastinate
“I’ll buy presents tomorrow,”
He’d say, to his sorrow,
for Christmas by Easter’s too late.
There once was a woman named Bess
For whom holiday cooking meant stress.
Five puddings, ten turkeys
And a thousand beef jerkeys –
Bess did tend to cook to excess.
There once was a lawyer named Ray
who filed new lawsuits each day.
When Christmas came round,
In his stocking Ray found
some coal, and an old canap