Post a poem about two geese

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Comet


Outside the stable, Comet found a snake -
snow-snake it was, all cold and shivering -
which spoke to him, that laggard of the team
of work, unfairness, and a gift he lacked.
He mentioned Rudolph’s luck, that bright-nosed one,
whose radiant deformity became
a billet as their leader, lasting fame,
residuals– no need to play the game.

Then Comet smiled, as much as reindeer can,
and said,”Old Serpent, you don’t understand
how deep this game can be.  Our boss, you see
is no mule-skinner but a holy saint
who can work miracles, and does.  He saw
that fog five years ahead and gave his gift
to scarlet-shining Rudolph long before
he needed him to be his guiding Mars
that night when clouds concealed the very stars.

“And further, though young Rudolph had his gift,
its saintly giver had to humbly ask
if Rudolph would assume his fated task.”

“But what,” the subtle serpent sweetly asked,
“has your old, weighty driver given you?
For as the saint of gifts, he could bestow
a glowing present on you, too, you know.”

“Oh, as to that, not many reindeer can
fly over cities, mountains, land and sea–
and then, of course, there’s immortality.
Think, Serpent, of what He has given Thee!”