A Little Help From My Friends
Having fought a strong headwind most of the trip,
the reindeer were exhausted and desperately needed
to rest, so Santa set her down somewhere near
Helena, Montana in the U.S.A.
Off in the distance Santa could see a sign that read
Mo's Used To Was Wrecking Yard, and a bit further
on another sign that claimed to be the Alright Corral
Dude Ranch.
About then a lone horseman rode out of the swirling
snow and "whoa boy" upped. "Howdy," he said.
"Looks like you might need some help there, pardner."
Santa, jovial no matter what the balls and strikes
count against him was, managed a big smile and a
hearty "Ho, ho, ho. Indeed I do, young man. My
reindeer are plain tuckered out, and I've got miles
to go before I sleep."
The cowboy smiled and said, "I've got Jenny, best mare
in Montana, parked in that barn over yonder. You're more
than welcome to use her if you like. She's a flying
machine."
Santa agreed to swap out his reindeer for Jenny, just for
the night of course, and in a flash, Jenny was strapped in,
harnessed up, and more than willing to help Santa deliver
his packages all around the world.
Just before take-off, the cowboy doffed his hat, leaned in
close and drawled, all Montana cowboy like, "May the horse
be with you, Mr. Claus."
The End
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