I made this one up this morning, while Charlie prepared his coffee with some amazing whole milk in an amazing reusable glass jug.
So, it's tough times, recession and all, for santa's workshop and all subsidiary industries, including the reindeer. Some time around mid-October a rumour starts to circulate that there's going to be some downsizing, and some new, cheaper, easier to source labour brought in. Highly trained and willing to work for way less hay, these replacements were rumoured to be arriving from the south within the season. It's just too much for Blitzen, Dasher and Prancer, and when the head-elf comes in to break it to them, formalize the news the week after remembrance day, just when feed is starting to go scarce, they break down, sobbing, into hysterical wailing. The elf, who is very good at her job, priding herself on as little emotive connection as possible, sighs frustratedly and, after five minutes of the reindeer's carrying on, not emptying their desks as requested, bellows at them: "Oh, for Santa's sake! Stop crying over skilled Elk!"
Thank you. Happy new-style advent.
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