Rudolf’s Revenge


After years of teasing and name calling, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer had finally had enough. He wrote the following letter to the other Reindeer who wouldn’t allow him to play in their reindeer games. For years he had put-up with insults, and sarcastic remarks. All was not beautiful. And then, it got bad, so he magically put pen to paper:

Dear Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Dunder (I know some pronounce your name – Donner), and Blixem (and I realize your name is sometimes spelled Blixen and Blitzen),

I know many things and one is that I seem to have disrupted your happy friendships. However, I’ve only been around since early-on in the 20th-century. If it hadn’t been for my bright nose…why – Christmas would have been missed all those Christmases ago.

Not even you Dunder with your tremendously loud snorts like thunder, nor you Blixem with your lightning fast – light up the sky speed – could get Santa Clause through that ice fog of the day. It was, Rudolf, to the rescue.

And you others, don’t think I forgot about you! Dasher – you are quick. So what? I mean does that really matter when you don’t know where you’re going?

Dancer – What would there be to celebrate and dance about if not for my beautiful, red beaming nose to light the way?

Prancer – Don’t you know the other reindeer think you’re so vain? You always prance about as if you were better than us and almost too good for even yourself!

Vixen – Ahh Vixen. The tricky one. There is something magical about you, but even your sleight of hoof could not rescue that long-ago Christmas. Though you could have entertained us.

Comet – Even your good looks could not have rescued that day so many snowflakes ago. And neither, could your manners and ease with the children.

Cupid – Your affectionate ways couldn’t rescue us that day or others since. You have the ability to bring people together, but so what, if their hands are empty…no Christmas presents. What kind of holiday would that be?

Rudolf – I’m the ninth reindeer, but as I am writing to all of the other reindeer I don’t wish for any of you slower ones to think something is amiss. I haven’t forgotten anybody. And as everybody is familiar with my traits I don’t need to tell all of you what they are, but just so there are no mistakes made, I will jot them down:
humble
a little shy
a leader when need be
loves reindeer games
very playful around friends I know well
love helping others
love seeing new places
steady worker, help the elves get all their Christmas tasks done

And to make our sleigh team number equal, number ten, the newest addition is:

Olive – the tenth reindeer to join Santa’s herd. She had an unpredictable beginning because well, do you remember that line from my song?

“All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names…”

Well many people heard, “Olive, the other reindeer…” It’s true. Olive is the other reindeer. But alas, Olive is nice and a good helper.

She did laugh at me with my big red nose, but it was only because she thought I was an amazing asset to Santa’s team, and she really wanted to be a part of it. So, she started out by teasing but after a short while she stopped. She feared sending the wrong message to one she liked a great deal…me. Besides, everyone knows that when you tease your friends it’s because you really like them, right?

She shyly apologized to me and we’ve been best friends ever since. She loves to play hide and seek, too, but I am still the champion because there is no hiding from me, in the dark.

I am quitting the sleigh team to pursue other delivery options with DHL. They pay something and the hours are shorter. I want to save up for an igloo of our own.

Actually the job has, “Payday every day and no work on payday. Sounds like a terrific job but will let you know if there are any pitfalls. We will rejoin Santa’s team if something goes awry.

Sincerely,

Rudolf

Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.

2 comments

  • So cute! Rudolf’s getting a temp job – just like some teachers do in the summer.
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMore dot com)
    – ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder –
    “It takes a village to educate a world!”

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