Leave No Reindeer Behind
by Gavin Biddlecombe
Santa’s muscles tensed, fighting the freezing gale biting its way to bare skin through the holes of his heavy red jacket.
“Keep going,” he screamed. Tired hands gripped the reigns, steering what was left of his reindeer into the oncoming blizzard. He glanced over his shoulder and, seeing nothing behind, eased his grip on the reigns as they crossed over into the Arctic Circle. He took his seat for the first time in hours as Dancer, Prancer and Vixen slowed to a steady pace.
Inspecting his torn clothing, it was then he realized his gloves were gone and had no idea when or where they’d been lost. The how on the other hand… Maybe if he could remember where, he could return tomorrow when the chaos had settled.
As he ran a chilly hand through his hair, he jerked upright, then tapped the top of his head just to make sure.
“No, no, no.” he said, spinning round and searching the back of the sleigh. His wife had advised him against wearing it and now his favourite red hat had been lost as well. He slumped down and urged the tired reindeer on. It wouldn’t be long now. Home. The dog-house most likely.
He racked his brain. If he could handle the whole world in one night, then a Black Friday sale should’ve been a piece of cake. He tugged at the reigns and steered the reindeer back South. “We’re going back,” he said as they cast worried glances. “We’re getting everyone home.”
With renewed vigor, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen charged out of the blizzard and into the fray.