Rudolf the Ginger Reigndeer

Rudolf is mysteriously born in a manger with a flaming red nose, and eyes, and ears, and hair, everywhere. Gingers are rare among his DeerTribe as is his empathic capacity to know he is going where, how to get there, and about how long it could take regardless of direction or increasingly massive winter storms as Earth's dark final Solstice ominously approaches collapse, The opposite of Rapture for all evangelists and good news prophets with politically correct monotheistic retributive justice revenge passions of a patriotic white nationalist bitter wind nature. Up until now, Santa has relied on his GPS especially for crossing polluted and rising oceans and massively expanding deserts where no people could live and prosper. But, as the North Pole continues to melt and winter night storms cover most of the northern hemisphere Santa's GPS joins the landfill, unreliable for crossing ocean-size blizzards and continental sand storms. He consults his ReignDeer in the Transportation Department. After considerable non-violent discernment, and a lot of back and forth with the Health and Safety Political Department and the Communication and Marketing Correctness Department, they recommend Rudolf to Santa To see if he might be able to help guide his sleigh of healthy gifts despite Rudolf's apparent deviant health issues and his probable wealth of empathic internal voices and his presumed challenges of politically incorrect humility. Frankly, Rudolf is a bit *****, especially when the sun lights up his nose to the vibrant color of a red-hot coal. So Santa asks Rudolf if he might lead the way through growing storms of violent winds, freezing ice and blinding sand. Not by myself, he replies. This is too much weight to bear with flying sacred grace, But if we might find and teach and listen to others with these same gingerish gifts, then we might develop a leadership team to fly far more than sufficient health resilience for winter storm night skies and shaking roofs. Santa also asks Rudolf if he has any questions, So Rudolf inquires about health and safety insurance sufficient to cover Santa's global transportation risks and communion gifting opportunities. Santa thinks this an unusual question from young and apparently robust Rudolf, but also a wise one far beyond his ginger years. Rudolf wonders if these health issues came from his maternal grandmother who may have been a violently violated commercial slave but he had known her only after she turned silver sparkling as a star Twinkling warnings of this post-millennial final Solstice, when political aspirations for global healthy happiness trails and travel shrink to survival opportunities activating more modest aging hope to at least avoid catastrophic climate storms of unsurpassed violence, politically incorrect chaos, tidal streams bereft of faith in everyday sacred green and red gifts. Santa, perhaps also of red-nosed ginger Tribe, feels reassured by Rudolf's hope for health-optimizing faith, both humanely non-sectarian and divinely balancing ancient patriarchal mists of wealthiest commercial night vision with matriarchal transporting trends toward gifting communal friendships, strength and flow for growing climates of political and economic integrity. Won't you guide our sleigh of life tonight? Yes, Rudolf replies with healthy glee, especially at this messianic Solstice time of this, my ancient ginger life. How could we do less communal wealth than actively hope for this night and everyday health of ginger polypath enlightening gifts?