Every day Rudolph played with the other reindeer, feeling their love since he could guide their way through hide and seek if it ever got stormy or, if the elves ever got hold of Santa’s newly made fog-bikes (which they often did since their obsession for platinum had transformed into a strange obsession for fog).
Because of his beautiful nose, all the reindeer loved him as they shouted out with glee:
"Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer, you’ll go down in history!"
And every Christmas Eve, Santa would call out to his reindeer: "On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer, on Vixen; Comet and Cupid and Donner, and Blitzen! And the most famous reindeer of all… Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer!"
And every time they took off, elves and snowmen would shout with joy, Mrs. Claus’ relatives would eat cookies, and the penguins would snap their pictures.
The End.
