BlogFestivus 2012 Day 8: Blitzen

BlogFestivus 2012 Day 8: Blitzen

Within three days of the posting of the edicts, all those who were rebellious, contrary and those who simply loved gum too much had been dealt with by the ESS. All but one.

Blitzen loved gum. He loved the taste and the texture. He even loved how he could form it into shapes like silly putty or stick it to things to annoy others. So it was that on the afternoon of the third day, Blitzen made a conscious choice and walked down main street chewing the biggest wad of gum he could fit in his mouth.

BlogFestivus 2012 Day 7: Donner

BlogFestivus 2012 Day 7: Donner

Donner looked himself over in the mirror, made miniscule adjustments to his clothing and brushed invisible specks of imperfection from his fur. He glanced at the clock and saw it was precisely one o’clock. Satisfied, he grabbed his walking cane and headed out for his daily stroll.

He loved these walks as much for the routine as for the exercise. But today, as soon as his walk took him to the main street, Donner knew something non-routine was going on.

BlogFestivus 2012 Day 6: Cupid

BlogFestivus 2012 Day 6: Cupid

Cupid was engrossed, as she always was when working on her pet project. She was oblivious to everything but her laptop with its open windows of notes, spreadsheets and browser tabs.

So it was that Cupid did not notice the front door open. It was only when her laptop snapped closed that she realized that an elf sat across from her. He wore drab green overalls with a small pin on the lapel.

“ESS,” the elf said, flashing his ID.

BlogFestivus Day 5: Comet

BlogFestivus Day 5: Comet

Dancer found himself in a room full of perhaps twenty others. They all stood, milling around waiting.

“What’s going on?” Dancer asked Vixen. She merely smiled.

A loud banging from the front of the room brought them all to attention and Dancer was shocked to see Comet standing at a podium.

“Welcome, fellow resistance fighters!” Comet began. “Thank you all for being here.”

The strength and confidence in Comet’s voice baffled Dancer. This was the drug-addled buffoon, the “comic relief” of the Team?

BlogFestivus 2012 Day 4: Vixen

BlogFestivus 2012 Day 4: Vixen

If it was sleazy or deviant at The Pole, it was at Vixen’s, which is why no elf was ever seen there. (Elfs are notorious prudes.) Dancer had to admit it was the perfect place to meet.

As he opened the door, a mélange of cigarette and marijuana smoke, alcohol and sweat enveloped him. He was barely inside when he was hit in the face with a ping-pong ball from one of the stages. It stuck to his fur and he quickly brushed it off.

Vixen’s was packed and the din from the music and crowd was deafening. Dancer spied Prancer in a corner booth and worked his way over.

Dancer sat and Prancer said into his ear, “Last chance to bail.”

Dancer shook his head. “Excellent,” Prancer said and raised his hand.