Red-Nosed Roy

Roy is such a jolly ole soul who enjoys riding mule deer, helping Santa at the North Pole, most of all, spreading good cheer. This year was different, Santa decided to take vacation. He informed Roy of this event inquiring of his participation. Roy shouted out with glee; he became very ecstatic. Calmly, he did agree not to be such a fanatic. He wondered what he would drive. His Harley was in the shop. How would all the gifts arrive? He didn’t want Christmas to be a flop. He thought of Ralph his mule deer but remembered he couldn’t fly. Would there be Christmas this year? How would mule deer take to the sky? Pounding his head, he had to think; he couldn’t take Rudolph or the sleigh. Santa would raise such a stink. “Nitro jets; he shouted, that’s the way”. He went to the shop; got to work. Hammered and nailed, sawed and fussed. When he was done; turned with a jerk saying; “I hope it doesn’t combust”! He strapped Ralph to a huge wagon all jets ready for the ride. Ralph lit like a fiery dragon. Roy’s red-nose a beaming guide. Parachutes galore fell from the night sky, dropping one by one at house doors. Roy happily gave a wink of the eye and quickly got back to his chores. Giving the last bundle a kiss, Roy sent it on its way. Happy that he did not miss and Christmas was not a delay. I heard Roy shout as Ralph fired away. “I delivered them all, who needs a sleigh”. Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey