This is How

What of Prancer? What of Dancer? Are their noses pressed against the controls do they know what they must do? Dasher, Vixen – has it come to this? Is this how he comes? So fast you see it then you hear it? In that order. Is there some way using waves and dials that he knows where you live? Has he heard your pleas, looked at all the lists? It’s probably for the better. He must be very busy after all. Look, Donner, there’s your glass of milk down there! Blitzen! There’s your glass of milk. And there’s his biscuit. Or was the milk too for him? Yes – just a pail in lap land for the grateful eight. Sometimes they thought they saw a ninth, back in the snow days, off to the side, through the mists. You don’t see that now.