Christmas Eve

Elves were running everywhere screaming. Santa Claus was in panic. Someone had killed Rudolph on Christmas Eve. What more could go wrong? A special vet hurried to try and save him, but they all knew it was hopeless as the vet gave his final nod.
But somewhere in the workshop, an Elf wrote in his personal journal how his hat won’t ever be chewed on again.

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