The Flying Bus

Some people hear the deer complain;
They want dollars instead of grain.
That's why a bus is parked between
The striking deer and Santa's limousine.

Two NORAD men, named Ben and Gus,
Won't say they tracked a flying bus;
But Santa has a magic eye;
When he winks it, a bus can fly.

That bus may come, that bus may go;
That bus may leave tracks in the snow.
If I am asked, I will just say;
Two weeks before this holiday
The elves put wheels on Santa's sleigh.

The fun won't last for half a year;
That yellow bus must reappear.
Kids will be told, when they get in,
It will soon be Christmas again.