Seattle Christmas Continued

He pushed and he pulled and he twisted -- no luck.
On this night before Christmas stuck 600 feet up!

What was he to do, there was no time to delay.
His children would suffer if he didn't get on his way.

Well, not only was Nick in this dire predicament
But below in the restaurant the mayor pulled a ligament.

He was there with his family and some of his friends
When they heard a loud crash and were spinning on end!

The revolving restaurant was out of control,
The chef hanging on for dear life, the poor soul!

Well, no one was hurt, except for their pride,
Some even confessed they'd enjoyed the thrill ride.

Now when they'd slowed down and reached normal pace,
Removed gravy from hairdos and egg from their face,

They heard a loud yelling from way up on high
Went out to the deck and gazed up at the sky --

They couldn't believe what had happened to Nick,
And when they thought of the kids, well, it just made them sick.

Something had to be done and done right away.
They yelled back up to Nick and had this to say:

"Don't worry, dear Santa, we'll all go for help,
Try to stay calm, and please, Rudolph, don't yelp.

"We'll find a way to remove you from there;
You look so ungainly stuck up in the air."