Don't Feed Sprouts to Reindeer

It's Christmas Eve, and Father Christmas is getting ready to begin his busiest night of the year. The snow is falling, the toys are loaded, but his usual reindeer are sick! What will he do? His chief elf has a plan, but an oversight at feeding time causes regrettable consequences. Powered by methane and magic, Santa Claus endures the smelliest, the most pungent, the most stenchy and altogether the most rotten night's flying he's ever had.

Come along on his journey, a tale told in rhyme; this might be too naughty to read at bedtime! If you don't like bad smells, leave this book on the shelf, but you'll miss the discovery made by Norbert the elf.

Will the outrageous reindeer put the boss in a rage? There's one way to find out; come along and turn the page.