Tick Tock finally a year's up and he's off.
Over multiple terrains, He has no need to hold the reins.
The reindeer fly without light, radar or Sat-Nav, they know the way,
Until Rudolf digs in his hooves and halts the sleigh.
Dasher too has spotted the signage from the air,
Vixen calls, 'Santa, look, charges, do you have the fare?'
'Ho, ho, ho,' Santa does a belly laugh. 'Nothing applies to us, this is no car.'
Prancer says, 'It's the ultra-low emission zone,
Clean air, meaning no-poop zone.'
Hearing that, Comet groans.
'Santa, he forgot to go,' Cupid moans.
'Maaaate! Can't stop, we've deliveries to make,' says Donner.
Blitzen points, 'No cameras there let's take a break.'
So they park outside the Red Fox,
And a convenient red telephone box.
Dancer advises, 'Santa, call an Uber, you're delivering to London kids,
Say you're the caring Clean Air City Mayor.'
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