In homes across the world, excitement grew,
for Christmas time was very near,
but Santa had a problem on his hands:
Where once they’d run like wind, as fast as thought,
now they were slow as slugs on stone,
and when Santa reminded them of kids
waiting excitedly, they groaned.
“Give it a rest, old Gramps!” bold Dasher said,
“we do this every blasted year!
And always it’s the same, no benefits;
For you’re the one who gets the beer!”
Now Santa saw just how upset they were,
that mutiny might be at hand!
But Mrs Claus devised a cunning ploy:
The Maps would help him understand!
Nine reindeer and nine motivators - now
it all made sense! Like Dasher said,
he’d treated them as equal, all the same,
when actually their drives weren’t fed.
Bold Dasher was a Builder, needing bread;
But Dancer had Creator’s fire;
Prancer a Spirit, soaring to new heights;
Vixen a Friend, friendship inspired;
Comet was Searcher, selfless for the cause;
while Cupid loved security;
Donner Directed them and checked the reins;
Blitzen knew astronomy;
And last of all, red Rudolph was a Star,
and blazed as leader of their pack;
now each one pulling weight, and happy too:
Christmas was saved, and back on track!
So thank you Mappers all around the world
Who spread the message far and wide;
So even Santa Claus has heard, and heeded,
And presents roll at Christmastide!