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All across the sand dunes,
The reindeer they did play.
They looked a lot like camels.
But who am I to say.
They carried Santa's presents
Up there on their backs,
In what it did appear
Were perfect, built-in sacks.
Santa couldn't make it
In 1998,
So he sent along his friend.
The presents won't be late.
His friend's name, it was Abul.
He was a charming kind of bloke.
He rode those reindeer across the sky,
And left a trail of smoke.
'On Ziyad, on Ahmed,
On Mahmood as well,
Go Hamed, go Naif,
Like a bat outta hell!'
The presents they all got there.
None of them were late.
All the kids across the Gulf
Thought that it was great.
They woke up in the morning,
Their faces filled with glee.
It was Ramadan for them
And Christmas Day for me.
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