The original Rudolph the Red Nose Rangdeer by Robert L. May.

It was the day before Christmas and all through the hills the reindeer were playing.

Joining the spills of skiing and coasting and climbing the willows and hopscotchering and leapfrogging,

protected by pillows,

well every so often they'd stopped to call names of one little deer not allowed in their games.

Ha ha, look at Rudolph his nose as a sight.

It's red as a beet, twice as big twice as bright.

Well Rudolph just wept.

What else could he do?

He knew that the things they were saying were true.

Where most rangers noses were brownish and tiny,

poor Rudolph was red, very large and quite shiny.

In daylight a dazzle the picture shows that.

At night time it glowed like the eyes of a cat and putting dirt on it just made it look muddy.

Oh boy was he mad when they nicknamed him ruddy.

And though he was lonesome he always was good obeying his parents as a good reindeer should.

And that's why on this day Rudolph almost felt playful.

He hoped that from sata soon driving his playful of presence and candy and dollies and toys for good little animals,

good girls and boys he'd get just as much and this is what pleased him.

As the happier handsomeer reindeer who teased him.

So as night in a fog hid the world like a hood, he went to bed hopeful.

He knew he'd been good.

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