The Ice Cold Truth

      "So, get on then, Frosty." Rudolph said to the snowman. 
The Reindeer shifted closer to his friend  closing the gap between them. Frosty sighed and shook his big snowballed head.
.  "I appreciate your effort to move closer but as I've said to you before no matter how close we are this cold transport idea has FAILURE  written all over it.  And that's just the cold hard truth."
.  Rudolph shook his antlers and his nose glowed a deep red.
The light from his nose brightened the area around them and the clarity of the situation hit him again and made him shiver.  He was old and the echo of Frosty's words cut through his iced over mind.  He looked at the lighted path before him and then raised his head to look at the star filled sky.
.    Santa had chosen him to be his leader, the "Head of My Sled" he had called him. But Santa wasn't there now.  He had become depressed  ever since global warming began to melt the North Pole and Santa went to a place called Florida to rejuvenate.  Rudolph knew everything was changing and he felt so.."de.feeted."  And with that feeling the thought of how helpless the predictinent was hit him hard.
. Because no matter how much he wanted it, no matter how much he and Frosty yearned to make all the children happy happy with the toys, the reality of the situation existed.
  There was no way this Christmas was going to be happy or jolly or anything.   BECAUSE.  Because...as heartfelt as his passion was Frosty would NEVER.  EVER be able to steer the sled.   He couldn't.  Because he couldn't even get on..because Snowmen don't have legs....
 

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