Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer Original Book Novels & Stories

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.”

He exames many of them, muttering to himself as he goes. "No, nope, no... ah, no... arr, yes here," he exclaims, pulling a leather bound book out and resting it on the nearest surface. "In my youth I would spend hours and hours reading all of these books several times, learning all I could. The tails of the red wolf fasnated me, I'd lose myself in the words... anyway, that name, it rings a bell, Rosalee, Rosalee, rosa... aha! Here!" He stops turning the pages and points to the page as we walk over to join him at the high side board. I look down at what he is pointing to, the pages are full of beautiful penmanship, and by the odd droplets of ink here and there, I'd say the author used a real

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

"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.

Rudolf exclaims, smiling. "Say hello to your dear Daddy and give him space among you as you listen to our bedtime stories," Rhoda instructed her children excitedly. As Rudolf approached the bed, he kneeled down on the floor with a red-brown spotted yellow carpet and wrapped his arms around all of his children as tightly as he could. He extended his arms towards Rhoda but his arms were still too short to touch her.

Grandpa grinned as he tickled each of us as he said our names. I didn’t know Santa’s reindeer had our names! “As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the housetop the coursers they flew with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.” Grandpa tapped at our feet.

Our first Christmas together. When we finally break apart, he brushes the last of the melting snow from my hair. "God, I missed you," he says. "I have something for you," I say. "It's just little." I pull it out of my bag wrapped, even though it's impossible to disguise a book. Dimitri rips off the paper. He smiles when he sees what's inside. It's the first edition of "Through the Looking Glass," to replace the one I ruined. It has a rich red cover, stamped with a gold border, and a cameo of the Queen of Hearts.

“Have you gone mad? It’s night! And...” Judging by his face, some sort of thinking process was taking place beneath his golden curls. “How did you get here?” “I just came in.” “What about the guards? How did they let you in?” “They didn’t,” I said, shrugging. The dark snake coiled around my feet, snuggling up to me like a playful kitten, but Rudolph couldn’t see it. Was that strange? Not really. See, he had never truly been crowned. The babble in the temple doesn’t count. He wasn’t the king, just a usurper, and he couldn’t see much.

“Here you go.” She took the flat package. “Thank you.” Turning around, she saw Lucian had followed her from the kitchen. “What’s that?” “I don’t know.” She peeled open the envelope and laughed as the sleek, stiff cover of a book peeked past the seal. She pulled it out and smiled at the sketch of a Grinch sneering back at her. Lucian frowned as he watched her. “Is that a children’s book?” “Mm-hm,” she answered, still smiling. “It’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas.”

And biting my lip, I turn away while I get my smile under control. That's what all the knitting was about... Dead-pan, James regards the Christmas themed pullover dangling from his fingers. In fact, it is a particularly fine example of the type. A knitted Rudolph head looks out from the chest. His red nose is a stitched-on, glittery plastic bead. I shift, angling to get a better view... Is Rudolph cross-eyed? Yup... Michael meanwhile, is holding another similar parcel. And now that I look, I can see more on the heap of the same kind. Mitch's eyes crinkle as they meet mine.