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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