One year I was obsessed. I wanted a reindeer. No ordinary reindeer. One of Santas own reindeer, and I had answers to every question my parents posed to change my mind..
“but Santa needs them to deliver all the toys”
That’s okay. He can just do our house very last.
“but Santa needs the reindeer”
Only for bringing the toys. They don’t do anything the rest of the year so I can mind the reindeer til he needs him.
“but the reindeer will get lonely”
I’ll keep him company.. Or Santa can leave two!
“but what’ll he eat?”
There’s a field by the river with carrots and a donkey. The donkey can be his friend! The poor thing is all alone. Santa would be happy his reindeer is keeping friends with a donkey. I should tell him that.
(and so I wandered off satisfied. Not sure how my parents felt about the whole thing but try as they might for weeks there was no budging me).
Christmas morning came and I dashed to the bedroom window, CONVINCED there’d be a reindeer in the yard.
Confused but not giving up yet I went to the sitting room.
There. Sitting in the middle of the floor was a red inflatable reindeer about 1 foot tall. It had a note from Santa apologising, saying he really needed his reindeer but left this one. I was thrilled and excitedly told my parents Santas deer were too busy but this was just for me.
I loved that little plastic deer and it’s still my most remembered treasured gift.