News flash: Rudolf’s nose isn’t exactly red…
We’ve been coming here ever since I was five years old. I remember the excitement, all three of us boys crammed into the backseat of the old Scout.
Dad always made us walk at least a half a mile, for some reason. “That’s where all the good trees are, kids!”
Of course, the snow was much deeper when I was your age. And the trees were greener, too.
“What’s the fence for, Mommy? Can’t they just fly away?”
“That’s to protect them from all their fans, honey. Just like those barricades they put up to protect the president on TV!”
“I think he likes me!”
“Of course he likes you, honey. You’re giving him treats.”
(Sound of chewing.)
“Daddy, can I have a reindeer for Christmas?”