... and here is the second half of the story...
Rudolf Saves Christmas - Part 2
Just before midnight on Christmas eve Rudolf and two teams of reindeer were ready to fly.
Rudolf stood tall, antlers casting a long shadow in the starlight. “Mrs C are you ready?”
The elderly lady straightened her shoulders. “For anything,” she said.
“Dasher you’re in the lead and you leave four minutes after us.” He eyed each of the trainees in their harnesses. “Keep pace with your partners and follow Dasher’s lead. And concentrate.”
Rudolf strolled across to his own place at the front of the team leading Santa’s vehicle. Harness on, he turned to his team. “Prancer, Cupid, Vixen keep an eye on each of your trainees and keep pace with me.” Lastly, he looked to his right. “Are you ready for this, son?”
“Yes, Pa.”
Rudolf looked ahead and stomped a front hoof into the snow. “Mr Claus, let’s away!”
In a second and with a flurry of soft snow the sleigh was slicing through the freezing air at the speed of the world. It took less than a few moments of human time to be circling above Moscow.
“Steady down, Rudolf,” shouted Mr C.
Rudolf lessened his pace as he spotted Gorky Park just ahead. He circled once again and brought the sleigh to a smooth landing just as the clocks began to strike midnight. A few more steps and the sleigh halted on the snow-covered grass.
Rudolf looked up to the bright star, second on the right.
“Blitzen, are you there?” He pushed his thought through the air to his colleague on the Communications Desk. “Blitzen?”
“Yes, I’m here,” came an irritated response. “I’m running this desk and this keyboard single-hoofed you know!”
“OK, calm down? Any sighting of the Jo-Jo Boys?”
There was a pause. “Got yeah! Just north, northeast of you. They’ve been hiding in the grounds of the Church of St John the Warrior. Heading your way right now.”
Rudolf glanced back to his team. “Brace yourselves. Elves make ready.”
Suddenly, from behind the trees, three leering faces appeared. In the next instance, the Jo-Jo Boys were clambering all over the sleigh and trying to drag the heavy parcel sack off the back.
Rudolf glanced at his son. “Hold still,” he whispered.
A trio of wild screeches came from behind. Rudolf turned and watched. Thirty elves were clambering out of the parcel sack and swarming the three boys. In seconds they had each of the attackers on the ground. The excited screams were gradually replaced with the sound of hammers on strong metal tacks as the Jo-Jo boys were systematically pinned to the ground.
Rudolf grinned, but he still couldn’t remember where he had read about overcoming an assailant using this method. Nevertheless, it worked. He released himself from his harness. The next bit was just too good to let anyone else have the task.
He strolled around to where the Jo-Jo Boys were pinned to the ground, immovable.
“So, you really think you can steal Christmas from the world?”
The response from the three wrinkled and aged choir boys was a chorus of defiant whimpers.
Rudolf shook his head. “Christmas lives in hearts and minds, the presents are just a human manifestation of that. Take as many of these empty boxes as you want, but you can’t steal thoughts and feelings.”
He pulled from his collar a tiny scroll and as it unfurled it became a large fluffy blanket, big enough to cover the three boys. Attached to one corner was a note addressed to the Moscow Police which read :
Please escort these naughty children back to Myrna where they belong.
Rudolf strolled back towards his harness. “Job done, Mr C,” he said as he nodded to Santa Claus.
“Thank you, Rudolf.”
Back in harness, Rudolf lifted his head towards the stars. “Blitzen, where’s Mrs C with the real present sack?”
“Straight ahead and two stars to the left. She’s running a little behind, but take that route and you’ll meet her there.”
Rudolf stomped his right hoof into the snow. “Get a message to the city police, Blitzen.”
Santa tightened his grip on the reins. “Rudolf, let’s away.”
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