Thank you to Plus Mark Cards from which I obtained parts of this story. Id also like to thank my good friend Phyllis for all her help.
With clothes as black as the night and hair as yellow as the sun, the man stood watching with a glare in his eye, his lips pursed. His head shaking.
Never before had he seen such a sight and he hoped never to see it again
As he was coming to the end of his patrol and rounded the building on the north end of town, what should he see but a little old man dressed all in red with a long white beard, sitting atop an outhouse surrounded by Eight Reindeer.
Eight reindeer, you say.
Yes, eight in all. Yes. A little old man atop an outhouse.
As he listened, he heard the old man say NO, NO, NO! I SAID OFF TO THE SCHMITT HOUSE.
The man couldnt be sure, but thought he heard the not so jolly old man mumble, I knew I shouldnt have hired Union reindeer just before he flicked the reins and the sleigh shot into the air with a cry of
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.