This is not a love song.

The quiet sounds of hooves hitting the pavement became louder as the last reindeer stood there, he was lonely, he didn't have a red nose, he was short and small-boned, he wasn't good enough for the other reindeer. He chose to exclude himself, however. He sighed and walked into the barn, the reindeer greeted him kindly as he walked past them with his head hanging low.

"wrong timing liming?" asked his friend, Rhymesalot.

"Yea.. bro." the reindeer replied sadly "too bad my laser eyes can't guide santa through the dark."