As we sprinkled reindeer food on the lawn tonight, I got impatient and dumped the rest of the baggie out in a pile on the lawn.
My husband snorted and said "Who's that for? Fatzen?"
Then he chuckled and continued "On Dasher! On Dancer! On Prancer! On Fatzen!!! FATZEN! GET UP! GOOOOOO!!!"
I feel a story in the works. Tailored especially for obese childrens. ;)