On Dasher, On Dancer
On Dasher, on Dancer, through the night,Hooves thunder, stars shine bright.Up above the world they fly,Silhouettes against the sky.Through the frost, through the chill,Over rooftop, past the hill.Guiding light, their path aglow,Through the quiet hush of snow.Gifts to bear, from pole to pole,Joy to spread, their festive role.On Comet, on Cupid, to the race,Each name…