"Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer" read by Keith Morrison

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Well, way, way up north, on this same foggy night, old Santa was packing his sleigh for the flight. This fog, he complained, will be hard to get through. He shook his round head and his tummy shook too. Without any stars or a moon as our compass, this extra dark night is quite likely to swamp us. To keep from collisions, we'll have to fly slow. To keep our direction, we'll have to fly low.