Tuesday, December 15, 2009

12 Tales of Christmas, Day 2

The reindeer were thin as the icicles flanking their stalls. Their captor, the Fat Man, had plucked them from the warmth of their own world, and locked them into a perpetual nightmare. They subsisted on slop the dwarfs brought, tittering grotesquely, while the fat man, who was as fat as he was old, feasted hourly. Each year the reindeer, pleading and remonstrating, were forced to bear the Bottomless Bag. It held the weight of a mountain. They shrieked and groaned; they wanted to die, but the only thing heard over their screams was the fat man's booming: HO HO HO.


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