Page 31 - Scene Magazine 44-12 December 2018
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The worst incident occurred around mid-September. Both Rudolf and Dasher were sick, so I put them in my living room to keep a close eye on them in case they got worse. Around that time, most of the babies had started to fly, nothing more than hovering a few inches off the ground and attempting to run through the air. Neither Dasher nor Rudolf had shown any signs of being able to fly yet, so I thought it would be fine to leave them in the house.
I was wrong.
I came home one day to my house absolutely trashed. Furniture was turned over, things were broken, and a window had been completely broken through. I ran over to where I was keeping Rudolf and Dasher, and they were gone.
Oh no, I thought, This is bad. This is really, really, really, bad.
I ran back outside, calling for Dasher and Rudolf. I looked through the stables, the fields, everywhere on the property with no luck. Everywhere I looked, nothing.
I ran towards town, still calling for the reindeer. I ran past shops full of elves getting ready for Christmas. They looked startled as I frantically sped past them, screaming for a pair of adolescent deer.
That’s when I saw them, standing on the roof of a farm stand selling wreaths,
looking pleased with themselves.
“You two,” I shouted, “Get back down here. I don’t have time for this. Christmas
is in a month!”
After hours of shouting and pleading,
and a little help from some other elves,
I finally returned home with Dasher and Rudolf. I felt defeated, felt like crying. Christmas was so close, and I couldn’t get Santa’s reindeer ready. Without them, there would be no presents delivered on Christ- mas Eve; there would be no Christmas.
What did you get yourself into? I asked myself. You should have just quit. You should have just let someone else take the job.
A small snort took me away from my thoughts. I looked up and saw Blitzen standing in front of me, attempting to prod me with her stubby horns.
“What do you want?” I asked her, sniffling a little. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”
Blitzen huffed, continuing to poke me with her antlers. Come on, she seemed to be saying. You can’t give up now. We need you.
“What am I supposed to do, Blitz?” I asked. “We’re not ready for Christmas, and at this rate, we won’t ever be.”
The reindeer grunted, tugging on my sleeve. Get back out there, is what
I think she meant. We’re counting on you.
I got up, walking outside with Blitzen. “I guess we could keep trying.”
I don’t know how we managed to do it. Maybe they finally learned how to fly together as a group and not by them- selves. Maybe they had all agreed to go easy on me and listen. Maybe it was just dumb luck. Whatever it was, it was a miracle.
By the time the big day rolled around, I was impressed. After everything that had happened, every bump in the road and mistakes I made, Santa’s reindeer were finally ready for Christmas Eve. As I made sure their harnesses were secure and
the sleigh was ready, I couldn’t help but smile at the reindeer I had spent a whole year raising.
“I’m so proud of you all,” I said, a
few tears forming in my eyes. “Even you, Rudolf.” They grunted happily, pleased with themselves and me.
As I watched Santa and the reindeer take off, joy and pride swelled in my chest. I had done it. They had done it. Together.
This is the best job ever, I thought as the sleigh was lost in the starlit Decem- ber sky. So much better than anything I could’ve hoped for.
Second place

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