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

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He now picked the presents more slowly, less surely. He really was worried. For what would he do if folks started waking before he was through? The air was still foggy, the night dark and drear, when Santa arrived at the home of the deer. Alleged that he tripped down while seeking the chimney, gave Santa a spill, a painfully skinned knee. The room he came down in was blacker than ink.