On our evening dog walk Richard looked at a window decorated for Christmas. A frosty stencil of a sleigh pulled by reindeer sailing through the night sky.
“How many reindeer are there?” he asks.
So, I break out in song and finger-count, “You know Dasher and Dancer and Comet and Cu—”
“Not the Rudolph song,” he interrupts me, “Rudolph is made up!”
Who knew? A myth of a myth separated by about 100 years. Next thing he'll tell me is that Hermey the Elf didn’t become a dentist. Some people just have to suck the joy out of the holidays.
Inspired by Global Logistics for Carefree Consumption. Illustrations by Celesse.
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