This piece has been written by Val Chapman and gives a slightly different perspective. The story has a local connection, who knew?
I had been standing in the field for ages. It was always the same at this time of year. I had been told to “hurry up, it’s nearly time to go”.
So I had left the warmth of the inside with the cosy blankets and smell of pine trees and ginger cookies and went in search of Comet and Prancer.
We were the oldest of this particular group of reindeers and as such we felt deserving of a little bit of respect and consideration, not being pushed around and hurried. I found them both finishing off lunch and we headed across to the big barn which housed the sleigh. It had been built years ago but still looked as new and fresh as ever, nestling between the workshop and Santa’s house.
We could see the elves going to and fro, filling the sleigh and the excitement was building.
“Ah Cupid, there you all are. I thought we would give you a bit of time to pull yourselves together ready for the off”.
Vixen really fancied herself as something special, and she and I had crossed antlers on a number of occasions. Honestly, just because Santa had given her the left-over carrot back in ’97 Vixen thought she was the ‘chosen one’ and could do no wrong.
I mean, it was not as though she was ‘lead reindeer’. Everyone knew that Rudolph had that particular role.
It wasn’t always like that of course.
We never used to have a ‘lead’ as such. The eight of us managed very well thank you and even when the last Dasher and Dancer retired, the new pair fitted in very well with the rest of us.
It was only when Rudolph grew up and became this freak of nature with that weird glowing nose that she got to head out at the front of the sleigh.
It took a bit of getting used to I will admit, but the elves had done a fantastic job in adapting the sleigh for the nine of us.
Santa had to have a few practice runs of course to get used to the difference. Well, he’s not as young as he once was, and needs a bit of help on occasions. I have to say though, it did work well and we have been together as a group ever since.
We did worry at first that we would get more attention if people could see this red glow in the night, but apart from one or two close calls in the early days it had been pretty much plain sailing.
Still, no time to think about that now. We had work to do.
I finished off the bit of lichen I had been munching on, and along with Comet, Prancer and Dancer headed over to the sleigh shed and the magic dust booth where the elves were waiting.
Vixen was already there of course, ushering all of us along like a group of schoolchildren.
Rudolph, Blitzen and Dasher followed the four of us jostling to get to the front of the queue.
“Oh come on you two, let’s get a move on”. Vixen chastised us, while Donner behind them sheepishly shrugged.
I quite liked Donner. She was a pretty little thing, kind and helpful, very much like her mother.
After the magic dust had been applied to all of us, Bernard, Santa’s chief elf, walked with us to the sleigh.
We all took our places and Bernard and his crew had just finished fastening us in, when Santa arrived.
“Great timing as always boys”, the boss smiled.
Typical of Santa, he took time to talk to everyone and to make sure that all was well.
This seemed to take longer and longer each year and one or two of us were getting a little impatient.
Finally, the sleigh was given the all clear and with a final “hurrah” we headed off towards the stars.
The first stop as usual was the hotter countries. Even at night the temperature was warm and it was better for us to get those out of the way while we were still relatively fresh and raring to go.
To be honest it really was a relief to finish where it was colder, the heat does not suit reindeers especially when they are tired and a little grumpy.
Everything went as smoothly as usual although the sniping from Vixen was annoying.
“Come on girls, pull your weight, you can’t let us do all the work”.
“Oh for goodness sake, watch where you are going, we nearly missed Fiji.”
“Stop dragging your hooves, we’ll never get finished at this rate.”
What a nerve.
I had been doing this for longer than she had. Cheeky cow!
I glanced down.
Oh, lovely, we were almost at one of my favourite places.
It was always a pleasure to stop off at Whittlesey.
Sometimes we called a halt at Lattersey Nature reserve for a ‘comfort break’ but nevertheless, these days we would always pause for a while at The Manor field.
Santa was more than a little fond of this little Fenland town, and we always took a little break here to meet Diana.
He had been meeting Diana here for years.
She was just a little girl when he first met her.
One of those annoying children who pretended to be asleep just so they could meet Santa.
Only it turned out that Diana wasn’t annoying at all.
She had done her research, which meant that she was one of those rare people who left out moss and lichen for us reindeers instead of the usual carrots or apples.
We’re really not fans of carrots, but they keep us going if there is nothing else. To be honest I quite like those mince pies people leave out for Santa.
He can’t possibly eat them all of course, though in the early days he did try! So we take them back for the elves and they have the hot chocolate ready when we get back.
Sometimes we get thrown the crumbs and that’s how I found out how tasty they are.
Diana had soon sussed out Santa too. He looked forward to her cheese and onion pies, still warm from the oven. She had helped her mother to make them at first, but when she grew up she made them herself and waited for Santa so that they could share it.
Now though, she crept out of the house to meet us by the leisure centre, with bags full of pies to take on our journey.
Santa was a big fan of Diana’s meat pies too, maybe too big a fan, but had been warned not to eat them while in costume as the elves had had a terrible job trying to get the gravy stains out of his coat last year.
We had already delivered in Eastrea and Coates and looking across the rooftops, we could see the clock tower of St Mary’s close by, glistening in the early frost.
It looked as though they had done a good job with the Christmas lights and the tree standing by the Buttercross looked very nice this year. A pretty Christmas card scene some people may say.
Seemingly some towns had decided to switch off their Christmas lights during the night. Something to do with saving energy, and money apparently.
It was a shame, they don’t seem to realise how much it helps up along our way. Especially those of us who had tired eyes.
The moon was quite bright tonight though, and it lit up the water in the Bower.
We started to take the sleigh down, and startled a fox as we often did..
Sure enough, Diana was waiting and with a beaming smile Santa stepped down from the sleigh and walked towards her.
Vixen looked across at me,
“No doubt you are glad of the rest, aren’t you Cupid?”
“It’s another long night tonight thanks to the storms over Thailand and China, and with all these new houses it takes a little longer every year Still, never mind, you’ll be able to put your hooves up when we get back. I heard that the new, young Cupid has been doing very well in training. You might find yourself cast aside sooner than you thought.
Although I don’t suppose you will mind. Your heart hasn’t been in it lately, has it?”
To imply that I had not been giving everything for Santa was the last straw. This is what I and the other reindeers had been born to do. It was an unimaginable honour to serve Santa in this way and I was cut to the quick to think that anyone, even Vixen could think that I was in any way disheartened, and not doing my very best.
Of course I realised that my turn at the sleigh was coming to a close, and as Vixen ‘kindly’ pointed out, the next Cupid was already waiting in the wings. A life of retirement was waiting for me and I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for that.
It seemed to me as though retirement was when the real work started. No longer part of the sleigh group, older reindeers weren’t valued much. They had to do a lot of the heavy hauling jobs, dragging wood to and from the workshops, looking after the calves, making sure food was available for all. Let me tell you, life as a retired reindeer wasn’t much fun.
So while Santa was saying his goodbyes to Diana, I managed to free myself from the harness.
I was desperately sorry to leave Santa in the lurch like this, but I could not face being with Vixen any longer and wanted my own adventure.
I cast a glance at my friends and headed off.
They couldn’t follow me of course as they were still tethered, and I could fly much faster on my own.
I watched from a distance to make sure all was well with the others, well most of them, and Santa of course. Satisfied that with Diana’s help everything was under control, I continued on my little journey.
I had always enjoyed visiting Lattersey, and now suddenly I had decided that this was to be my future home.
So far I had been able to keep well out of sight and only a few people were aware of my presence.
Diana came to visit and brought her children with her, which was lovely, but for the most part, I keep myself to myself. I have made friends with a lot of the Muntjac deer around here, and have learnt to keep away from the dogs and badgers.
I can’t fly anymore of course as the magic dust had worn off a long time ago, so if I wanted to go somewhere else it would mean a long walk, but I do visit King’s Dyke Nature Reserve and I may settle there for a while.
If I do I’ll make sure Diana knows so she doesn’t worry about me.
Although for now I am happy enough at Lattersey, who knows where I might end up?
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Beautiful Val, a lovely story for Christmas.
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Great story, Val – what an imagination.
The local deer have been spending a good deal of their daytime in the fields around Blackbush this winter. Four regularly settle in one field or other – sometimes with another three in different field. They settle just far enough from the reservoir to make them too far for a little dog to chase. (Unlike yours, mine are only dinky dogs – especially Ruff, who’s a bit gnome-like with his little fat legs. We think his dad must have been a dachshund).
No antlers though 😦
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