Deere Santa…

Santa had mounted the big shiny Deere,

The green and yellow of the flashest farming gear.

This Deere didn’t need carrots or reins,

But it might have been called particular names.

For the reaping had stopped in the heat of the day,

And Santa’s mood had turned a dark shade of grey.

“An inch wide of rubber made into a loop,”

“Is all that stopped me from my harvest loot.”

“Naughty you are and naughty you’ve been,”

He sulked as he looked at the stranded machine.

To the naughty list he wrote the Deere as he had a reviver,

“Though,” he chuckled, “There’s no one naughtier than the chaser bin driver!”