A small creature appeared from the knitting nest.
Actually, he’s not that small. It turned out that he was much bigger than I thought he’d be. He is soft and cuddly and like all creatures born from moments of mindful knitting, he has a story to tell.
After just one season in the service of the big man himself he has been put out to pasture.
It’s not that he wasn’t strong or that he lacked navigation skills. His nose was bright enough to guide the sleigh and even though he had one wonky antler that the other reindeer teased him about, most of the time he got on well with everyone. He was the kind of reindeer you’d want with you on a long difficult night, making it his mission to make sure that everyone else was happy and having fun. He invented the game where the reindeer used two carrots to make fangs and do vampire impressions. None of them had ever seen a vampire but it was jolly good fun.
Sometimes, though, he would get a bit overwhelmed at the responsibility. All those children. All those toys. All those hopes and dreams. There was so much belief in him and he wasn’t quite sure if he could live up to it.
No one really thought it was a problem that he would dip his carrot in the brandy, Sherry or Baileys that had been left out for Santa, not even when he started to slur his words but when everyone started to get his name wrong because he couldn’t say it after the first 100 million houses Santa suggested that he retire.
He is now hoping to find a new home, although he would still like the occasional dipped carrot. All things in moderation.
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