25 Days of Rudolph
Day Twenty-Five: Rudolph and the Christmas Cookie
Rudolph, determined to take the initiative and deliver the wayward present, made up his mind to do it himself. He knew that it would be faster and easier for him to complete the task rather than waiting for Santa or the other reindeer to notice and retrieve it. With a resolute gleam in his eyes, he took to the air, soaring through the night sky towards Ethan's house.
Descending gracefully, Rudolph landed with a gentle thud into the living room. However, his attempts at sneaking across the floor were met with the unmistakable sound of his hooves clopping loudly on the wooden surface. He rolled his eyes and, realizing stealth wasn't his strong suit, decided to hover just above the floor to minimize the noise.
Carefully cradling the present in his hooves, Rudolph swiftly made his way towards the Johnson family's Christmas tree. He reached the designated spot, placing Ethan's gift beneath the twinkling branches, ensuring it was perfectly nestled among the other presents. Satisfied with his covert delivery, he turned to exit through the chimney.
But then, he spotted somethimg. It was the obligatory plate of cookies and glass of milk, lovingly left out for Santa. His eyes widened, and he found himself faced with a dilemma. Should he indulge in the tempting treat or resist the temptation?
As Rudolph stood before the plate of cookies, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The sweet aroma of freshly baked treats wafted through the room, enticing his senses. The cookies, carefully arranged in a symphony of flavors and textures, beckoned him closer.
Rudolph pondered the situation, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. No reindeer had ever dared to eat the cookies meant for Santa, considering them sacred. However, he couldn't help but wonder if these particular cookies held a touch of magic, being offered with such pure intentions by a child for Santa Claus himself.
With a cautious step forward, Rudolph approached the plate, his hooves padding softly against the floor. His keen sense of smell heightened, allowing him to savor each subtle nuance that lingered in the air. He inhaled deeply, taking in the essence of warm butter, rich chocolate, and hints of aromatic spices. His red nose quivered with excitement, almost illuminating the space with a faint glow.
An idea flickered in Rudolph's mind. If he didn't eat the cookies, then Ethan might wake up in the morning, only to find that Santa hadn't enjoyed the treat. The potential of such disappointment tugged at Rudolph's heart, and he couldn't bear the thought of dampening Ethan's holiday spirit.
After a moment's contemplation, Rudolph made his decision. A warm smile played upon his lips as he whispered to himself, "Well, it wouldn't do to let Ethan down, would it? Besides, who's to say reindeer can't enjoy the occasional cookie?"
With a mixture of nervousness and curiosity, Rudolph slowly lowered his face towards the plate of cookies. His red nose twitched as it sniffed the air, searching for any sign of enchantment. He tentatively gave one cookie a quick lick. To his astonishment, it burst with an explosion of flavors that danced upon his tongue—pure magic.
Unable to resist the temptation, Rudolph found himself devouring the cookies with delight, their delicious taste engulfing his senses. He couldn't help but lap up the milk from the glass, savoring the sweetness it offered. With each bite, the magic within him intensified, building up like a crescendo of joy and holiday cheer.
As the last crumbs disappeared and the final drops of milk were consumed, Rudolph felt a surge of Christmas magic building up inside him. Tickling sensations danced across his hooves, and a familiar power coursed through his red nose. Realizing he needed to leave the house immediately, he hurriedly flew towards the chimney.
However, fate had a mischievous twist in store for him. As Rudolph attempted to make his exit, he found himself wedged tightly in the narrow confines of the chimney. Panic briefly washed over him, but then, in a burst of magical sparkles, an explosion of power erupted from his hooves, propelling him upward into the night sky.
Amidst the shimmering display of sparkles and a brilliant trail of red light, Rudolph was freed from his confines, soaring high above the rooftops. He laughed, a joyous sound ringing through the air, as he marveled at the wondrous fireworks his magical presence had created. As he journeyed back to the North Pole, he couldn't contain his laughter, a symphony of mirth echoing through the starlit sky.
"WOW! What a story I have to tell when I get back!" Rudolph exclaimed, the exhilaration evident in his voice.
With a renewed sense of excitement and wonder, Rudolph soared back towards the North Pole, eager to share his newfound discovery with his fellow reindeer. The journey back was filled with the exhilaration of his revelation, and he couldn't wait to tell everyone about the magical cookies that had ignited a firework of enchantment within him.
As he approached the cozy warmth of his home, Rudolph's heart brimmed with anticipation. The magical aura surrounding him served as a testament to the power of Christmas, and he couldn't wait to share the tale of his extraordinary adventure with Santa, the elves, and his dear companions.
And so, with a heart full of newfound knowledge and a nose that glowed brighter than ever, Rudolph landed gracefully at the North Pole, ready to spread the joy and wonder that the holiday season brought to all who believed.
I dedicate this story to Ethan Johnson on FanFictionNet, for all the comments he left on this one-shot collection. Merry Christmas to one and all, and Jesus bless you.
