Santa was tired, he woke up yawning

But no time to waste, Christmas Eve it was dawning

It was time to travel, he needed to fly

he went and saw Rudolph, the king of the sky

‘So Rudy’, he said, ‘I think we’re all done’

‘The presents are wrapped and on the sleigh my old son’

Just then his phone rang, who on earth could it be ?

He searched in his pocket so that he could see

It was his friends from Quove, the best firm in town

But what did they want, he thought with a frown

‘Hi Santa’ said Mole, as the caller was he

‘I need to ask about Rudolph’s pedigree?’

Santa thought for a while, ‘He’s a hybrid reindeer

‘With a shiny red nose and a lopsided ear’

A hybrid ! Mole’s advice made Santa unhappy

‘1.5 pence per mile, well that’s a bit crappy’

Mole did maths - over a million pounds

Was the cost of Santa’s delivery round

Santa got cross at this new tax

As he pondered what he knew of the facts

That like Tiny Tim in Christmas Carol

There is seasonal hunger, with some scraping the barrel

He wished that he was a hundred years younger

So he could get elected to solve world hunger

The Quove team sat down and started to brood

As to how they could help to provide food

We’re lucky they said, so why don’t we give thanks

By supporting one of the local food banks

we won’t send you gimmicks or a corporate card

But instead make a donation for those having it hard

And we’ll invite all our clients in for mince

Pies and moled wine

In return for a donation for those below the breadline

And on that note we’ll sign off -

“for Christmas good cheer, Every happiness to you, and a successful new year”

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