The filigreed reindeer built for themselves a primitive god, not recognizing the power they had unleashed until it was too late to dash away.
Because all Christmas decorations should come with a backstory.
A friend embellished the legend for me, complete with a short “Repo Man” reference:
And the caribou deity proclaimed, “For I am Reednier, and I have become Yuletide! Thou art my minions. Let us go forth and rejoice, defy gravity, eat apples, fine cheese and chocolate, and pause for decaf lattes! Yes, and not pay.”
Because everyone should have friends who add delightful details to your weird backstories.
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