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Rudolph is the Worst Reindeer

Prompt #6: Explain how Santa got run over by a reindeer...

Honestly, Santa really should've expected this. I mean, who puts an egotistical, self-obsessed, and obnoxiously glowing reindeer in front of the pack? They were bound to get lost. 


You see, Rudolph was not like the other reindeer. He struggled to listen to Santa, believing himself to be the better navigator. So naturally, when Santa pulled the reigns on Christmas night, directing his reindeer toward the International Date Line, Rudolph pulled the other way sending them spiraling toward Africa, believing himself to know the direction in which to go. 

Santa tried to regain control but the chaos had already ensued. Before long, the sleigh was spinning in circles and upside down (thank goodness Santa was wearing his 6-point harness) with Donnor and Blitzen kicking their feet wildly in the air. Meanwhile, Rudolph's insufferable nose grew brighter as he continued to push down, diving straight for the South Pole. 

It wasn't long before the entire sleigh began diving toward the ground, straight into the jagged ice that lined the landscape. Santa managed to get his hands on the emergency parachute lever (this clearly was not the first time that Rudolph went rogue), saving them from the worst of the impact. Rudolph, now officially discombobulated managed to detach from the reins and began running around the area, slipping and sliding in every direction.

Santa groaned as he tumbled out of the sleigh, landing face-first in a snowdrift. The impact had sent his hat sailing off somewhere into the icy wind, and his beard was frozen stiff from the bitter chill. Behind him, the reindeer were an absolute mess. However, the instigator of this disaster, was still skidding across the ice, his glowing nose bobbing wildly in the darkness as he enjoyed his newfound freedom.

The crash had startled a group of penguins nearby, sending them waddling for safety in a flurry of squawks and flapping wings. Rudolph, in a state of disoriented panic, barreled straight through the group, sending snow and feathers flying. His legs splayed out awkwardly as he lost all traction, sliding faster with each passing second.

Rudolph collided with Santa at full speed, sending him sprawling backward into a deep drift, where he landed with an unceremonious thud. 

And yes, that is how Santa got run over by a reindeer. Don't worry, everyone still got their presents that night and when they got back to the North Pole, Santa immediately sent his disgruntled elves to create a brand new GPS machine.

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