This is one of those stories I couldn’t make up if I tried. First, however, a little background.
Outside of my city of Hobbiton lies the community of North Pole (its’ real name) and within said community stands the Santa Claus House. The Santa Claus House is a tourist trap–a large and impressive gift shop that plays on the Xmas theme suggested by the name of North Pole. As part of their scheme to induce tourists (and locals, too) to part with their hard-earned dollars, the shop hires local people to dress up as Mr. and Mrs. Claus. The shop also maintains a small petting corral where youngsters can see and scritch some tame reindeer.
One of my niece’s grade school teachers, a young fellow we will call Mr. Kringle, decided to pick up some holiday cash by hiring on as the Merry Old Elf. And he was doing fine until he decided to bond with Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen. Unfortunately, the reindeer were not in a holly-jolly mood and the moment Mr. Kringle set foot in the corral, they saw red (so to speak) and attacked him. Fortunately, Mr. Kringle was able to escape without serious injury apart from some hoofmarks on his dignity.
I ho-ho-hoed until I shook like a bowl full of jelly when Mother Method told me this story. Personally, nothing makes my holiday season like the reindeer throwing down with Santa. And now some musical commentary to the tune of “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer”:
Santa got laid out by some reindeer/Hanging out in the corral Christmas Eve. /You may say that old Rudolph can’t deliver a smackdown/But as for me and Santa, we believe.