Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer Old Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen. Comet and Cupid, Dasher and... Vixen. But do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?" "Babygirl... what has gotten over you?" I asked, surprised at her sudden change in behavior. "What in the world are you drinking?" "Nothing," she giggled and continued singing and dancing. "Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose, and if you ever saw it you would even say it glows." I grabbed the cup from her hand and took a sniff. "Baby... is that... what is that, eggnog?" I asked sternly.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"