Thursday December 24th, 2015

The exercise:

Write about: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

Feeling warm and happy tonight, with all of my family here in Comox for Christmas. I hope this Christmas Eve finds you feeling the same, wherever you happen to be and whoever you happen to be with.

Kat and I went out for lunch today, leaving Max at home with my parents. He wasn't particularly keen on letting us go but then he stuck one of his craft feathers in my hair and then he did the same to Kat and we both promised to wear our (pink) feathers until we returned. Satisfied, he returned to hiding feathers in my dad's hair.

We took ours off shortly after leaving the driveway but, to our credit, managed to remember to put them back on before re-entering the house.

Mine:

"I don't have a problem."

"That's pretty clearly untrue, Rudolph."

"You're looking at a genetic issue, that's all."

"We're your friends, Rudolph. We're just trying to help you."

"This isn't my fault! I've done nothing wrong!"

"If you'd just stop lying to us and, more importantly, yourself then this wouldn't be necessary."

"I'm telling you, I don't have a problem!"

"Right. So where do you think all the eggnog went?"

"I don't know! Santa, maybe?"

"That's low, Rudolph. Really, really low. Even for an addict."

"I'm not an addict!"

"It's okay, Rudolph. You'll have plenty of time to learn acceptance and then work toward solving your problem a-"

"I don't have a problem!"

"At the Betty Ford Clinic."