Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer Old Romane & Geschichten

the child exclaimed, tossing it back into the pen. “Maybe Santa just fed him,” Reid offered, his hands resting on his son’s shoulders. “Dad, these aren’t Santa’s reindeers, silly. They’re Farmer Taylor’s.” “Oh, that’s right,” Reid replied, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe he’d made such a ridiculous mistake. “We should’ve brought some carrots.” Michael dropped both hands to his side as if he felt utterly defeated. “I am sure that they get plenty of healthy food, perfect for reindeers,” his dad assured him.

“So, teeny Clementine, all dressed up like a Christmas princess… don’t you just look adorable?” I watch as she giggles with delight, tugging playfully at his beard. She truly does look precious in her red dress, complete with a tulle skirt and a cheerful Rudolph design on the front. “And I see you brought your very beautiful… older sister?” he says, glancing up at me with a playful raise of his eyebrow. “I think Santa is being a little naughty with Mommy… what do you say, Teeny?” I can’t help but smile; he has such charm that he can get away with quite a lot.

The man’s expression softened a fraction as he turned towards his daughter. “I know,” he said quietly. “It’s fine.” The girl looked at me again. “You’re snowy,” she said. I barked a laugh that was half hysterical, half amused. “I am. I’m very snowy.” She lifted her reindeer slightly, like it was offering me comfort. “Rudy keeps me warm,” she said seriously. “He’s magic.” My throat tightened and I shook my head slightly because I did not know why that made me want to cry.

Cheerful Christmas carols echoed in the square, and children's laughter rose and fell. "I'll go check out that stall." I pointed to a stall selling handmade wooden goods not far away. Gabriel was about to follow when a flower girl stopped him, seeming to want to ask him about chilblain medicine. "You go ahead, I'll be right here. Back in two minutes," I said to him. I walked to the stall. The owner was a white-bearded old man carving a reindeer. I wanted to buy it for Gabriel as our Christmas gift. "Boss, how much for this?"

The claws cut deep into his skin and even broke a few of his ribs but fell short of hitting any vital organs due to the space he created. He fell on his knees as he coughed blood. He looked up with wide eyes to see the wolf turn back into its human form, which turned out to be Rudolph. His face was one of shock and surprise. In all his years knowing Rudolph, he had never seen the elder turn into his wolf form. He could tell from that attack—it was terrifyingly powerful. "I could have died just now," he chuckled as he coughed some more blood and rose to his feet. "If it was possible."

"You know how old I am! I'm three and a half!" "Has Santa ever not come?" he asked again. "No." "There is one thing you have to do," I said. "What?" "You must go to sleep." "It's the rule," Nox added with a wink. "No," she declared with all her daddy's finality. "Grandpa said I could stay up with him and watch for Rudolph. Santa needs his nose in the snow." Nox's shoulders straightened. "Grandpa said that, did he?" "Yep." Auburn curls bounced as Angi's little head bobbed.

"You know how old I am! I'm three and a half!" "Has Santa ever not come?" he asked again. "No." "There is one thing you have to do," I said. "What?" "You must go to sleep." "It's the rule," Nox added with a wink. "No," she declared with all her daddy's finality. "Grandpa said I could stay up with him and watch for Rudolph. Santa needs his nose in the snow." Nox's shoulders straightened. "Grandpa said that, did he?" "Yep." Auburn curls bounced as Angi's little head bobbed.

Maxwell tells us as he reminisce about the past with a joyful expression. "Thank you," I whisper, clutching the tin in my hands. Such a simple thing can warm the heart as I detect myself getting emotional yet again at something so small. Wow, maybe I was wrong, this ice palace can be thawed. "So," Maxwell says, leaning forward on his desk looking right at me. "What would you like to know?" "Everything... everything you know about the red wolves?" I answer him politely. "Okay," he nods leaning back in his chair, "let's start from the beginning, shall we?" He asks somewhat rhetorically.

The drill turns out to be easier to find than the key, and I take a box of various-sized bits just in case. She answers the door, still in her bobble hat and a bright red Christmas jumper that had been hidden behind the fence. Rudolph with a tangle of fairy lights around his antlers, and an enormous red pom-pom for his nose. It’s so utterly ridiculous, I can’t help but smile. “You look festive,” I say. She looks down. “Do you like it? It’s a family tradition that stuck. It comes out every year.” “It’s lovely. Very subtle.”

she cackled and finally walked, reaching the door. She put her red hood up to cover her silky, smooth blonde hair but turned to him. “Goodbye, Hydell, I’ll meet you again, well, anytime soon,” then she walked away and disappeared from his sight. It took a long while before the old man freed himself and ran towards the door, in the hopes that he could still catch the elusive Red Riding Hood. “That sneaky, slutty wench,” he muttered before sighing. Then looked down on his erected manhood. “What would I do with this?”