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Then, it was Christmas Eve.
Cupid wouldn't fly.
He was not going to miss the last episode of GORT. (GameOf Reindeer Thrones.)
"What next?" Santa groaned.
There it was. A very official notice from the Government calling for transparency.
But, Mrs. Claus found an old document stating that Santa could do darn well do what he liked. It was signed by Peter the Great.
So Santa didn't worry anymore.
Rudolf was still feeling left out. Every morning he was right there
at Santa's pillow. Santa remembered having a dog that licked him in the face every morning.
That was nothing compared to a wet, snotty, reindeer nose!
Blitzen was unhappy with Donner. "He forgot to get his flu shot. And..."
Rudolf felt un-needed, of course.
Santa hid his GPS in his pocket.
But that Rudolf had his nose out of joint was the least of his problems. With Christmas one day away, Blitzen came tattling.