Through the gale, and the sleet, and the snow, and the driving winds Santa flew - urging the Reindeer ever onward.  The Winter Winds of the North buffeted and shook his sleigh, tossing him this way and that.  His sack tumbled and came undone, and toys of all shapes and sizes began to spill out to be swallowed by the storm.  With a mighty roar of Laughter and a ho-ho-ho  Santa bellowed, "Oh no, we can't have any of that. The storm steal these toys, and trys for my hat!"  He jerked on the Reins an brought the sleigh 'round into a Spiral to try to recaptured the toys that might be lost. "On Comet, on Cupid! On Donder, On Blitzen! On Dasher, On Dancer! On Prancer, On Vixen! We must save these toys, no matter the cost, 'else for some children Christmas is lost!"