One Foggy Christmas Eve, The Laughter Stopped

Rudolph grew tired of the being called names and decided to take them instead. That’s right, Rudolph has gone tactical.

He upgraded his bright red nose to a Crimson Trace Rail Master Universal Mount Laser, and prepared for serious operations.

All of the other reindeer were distracted by their reindeer games. Rudolph settled in behind his silenced SBR fitted with the Trijicon ACOG. He placed the red dot on Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer, but not Vixen. He had other plans for her.

Now it was time to deal with the fat man himself. Rudolph reached inside his 5.11 Tactical Rush 12 Backpack, Black and retrieved the Cold Steel Kukri he’d stowed inside.

His eyes, how they twinkled when they saw the carbon steel that foggy Christmas eve.

All of the other reindeer, used to laugh and call him names.

Used to. Until that fateful night when Rudolph had enough.

11 thoughts on “One Foggy Christmas Eve, The Laughter Stopped”

  1. Santa left a Ruger 1911 under the tree for me, Rudolph better mind his manners or he’ll be dripped in tereyaki and drying on the racks in the oven as quick as you can say Venison Jerky.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

CommentLuv badge