It was Christmas Eve night,
Santa's reindeer were hitched,
But there was a problem
because Santa was sick!
A call went out urgently
To the Moores---Bob and Rose---
Who were feeling the spirit
From their head to their toes.
With their Doberman hitched
To their racy red car,
They soared upward like magic
And were soon in the stars.
With his Rose riding shotgun
And the wind at his back,
Bob broke the speed record
and emptied the sack.
But he mixed up addresses
As he rushed through the job---
If you got the wrong present
Or missed one... BLAME BOB!
(Happy Christmas Season from Bob, Rose, their dog & the elves!)
