The moon seemed much larger in that yesteryear
It gleamed from its orbit on all with good cheer.
When what should appear flying over the snow
Than 12 nyctosaur-steeds with a red sleigh in tow.
And driving that team on this special night was
An accurate Santaraptor, covered in fuzz.
He snapped the reins, with his snout gave a hiss
And named all his coursers in rhyme, just like this.
“On Flapling, on Beaky, on Uropatagium,
Come Pteroid, come Squeaky, come Trailing Edge Tendon.
From Laurasia to Tethys, from Gondwana to Pole
We deliver these gifts to good children all!”