When hunger's call Pam did obey, In Rudolph's fate, the price she paid. Santa wrung his hands in dismay, No guiding light for his grand sleigh. But in the sky where dreams allow, Craig glimpsed a red-nosed, flying cow. Moodolph emerged from twilight's shroud, And saved the night with mooing proud. With bells that jingled, stars aglow, The sleigh soared high through moonlit snow. In legend's hand, a new tale spun, Of Christmas saved when hope was none.