
The elves saving grace…kick-ass beer.
Crude as he was, Blitzen served a purpose. He rapped on his beer stein and the room quieted.
“Before I turn things over to Jack, a toast. To Donner. Who sacrificed much in the service of the RIAC. Never mind we now have to open our ranks to One-Horn.”
Amidst cheers and boos, Donner tipped his head to the left, now its usual position thanks to Blasted Bart.
“It’s true. Our pristine condition is no longer an excuse to bar One-Horn from our ranks. As of today, he goes on reserve. So run him ragged but don’t kill him. We don’t want PETA on our ass again. Now, let’s move on. Jack…?”
Jack Frost slid to the podium. “Everyone has their instructions. Mrs. Claus will have Bart at the stable at 11pm sharp Christmas eve. I’ll do my thing and then you’ll be off. Santa’s in the dark and we need to keep it that way. The man’s a bleeding heart so let’s zip it. Okay?” Heads bobbed in agreement.
“Things go as planned, tomorrow you’ll be golden. Remember, we don’t deviate from the plan. Questions?”
From the back of the room, Cupid raised a hoof. “What about the ceremony?” Prancer blushed and blew a kiss.
Jack froze. “No blood sacrifice. We stick to the plan.”
“Ahem. No. Prancer and I…we’re getting hitched tomorrow night. Santa’s officiating.”
To his credit, Jack kept his cool. This only added to the drama.
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BlogFestivus is a seasonal short story writing challenge running from December 11 to 19. Nine days of…well, you can read all about it here. Read what the rest of the joy train riders are up to by clicking on the links below!
A Christmas wedding, how romantic. Can’t wait to see how the plan unfolds.
You and me both.
One-Horn!
And I love it when a plan comes together. I just hope the wedding won’t make me cry.
It’s a BlogFestivus miracle! God bless us every one!
Just trying to keep up with you, Tiny Tom.
Whoa. You actually want to be a race for last place? I have to admit – that impresses the hell out of me.
I have no idea what you are talking about. I must need more eggnog.
Very good BD. An excellent tale weaves to the end!
And not too soon. I’m running out of gas.
I am tooling up for a long form story to explain all the questions I raised.
I should probably do the same except I’m too pooped and hope to finish drywalling our new bathroom before Christmas Eve.
I cannot ever tell a short story. My hyper awareness to building a plot causes me to lay out a longer tale. have you checked out The Mayan Calendar Inaccuracy?
I did…and I give you credit. My version would have been much shorter.
You would think i could get a novel published, huh?
So One Horn has joined your ranks, hope he doesn’t stir up any trouble and spoil everything. Can’t wait for the finale tomorrow.
That One-Horn…he gets around.
So…One-Horn is on reserve! Will he find out in time?? Will they stick to the plan? What will happen……:)
Will they be serving liquor during the flight? We’ll have to wait and see.
killer last line. Love it!
Thanks. It’s been great fun for me…and I hope everyone else.
I mean, who would have a blood sacrifice in a Holiday story? WHO!?!?
Not. My. Fault. I’ve been drinking heavily.
Is it my imagination, or do you have a shitload of loose ends to tie up in your last 243 ?
Read it and weep. I know I did.
Weeping is inevitable, I am in touch with my inner Laura Petrie and therefore I always cry at weddings.
So I’m Rob in this scenario. I can live with that.
Even as a sexually innocent youngster, I could never understand how Rob could tolerate twin beds with a hottie like Laura as his wife. I bet Buddy Sorrel slept in a California King with Pickles.
Laura and Rob did their best work in the shower.
I heard she had a secret crush on Mel Cooley…ewwww!
Now that’s just wrong.