Glamour restrictions

This is a little poem I wrote called "Reindeer No More".

Rollicking, I was born to do
Hangin' around eating reindeer food
When a bright idea popped into my head
I could glamour this outfit
And festively leave chaos in my stead!
Prepared the prisms as my excitement grew
But something was amiss,
The glamour just wouldn't go through
I thought to myself, this couldn't be right
There wasn't a single solution in sight
When all I wanted was to battle in brown
But now, I must regrettably wear on my face, this terrible frown
I hadn't anticipated what for me was in store
And now my dreams of being a reindeer are no more.

PLEASEEEEE MAKE THE REINDEER OUTFIT GLAMOURABLE!!! ; ;