Have you ever heard of Santa's Reindeer? Blitzen, Comet, Vixen, Dancer, Prancer, Cupid, Dasher, Donner and Rudolph, any of those names ring a bell? Of course they do. I knew they would. Does the name Baltic ring a bell? No? Not at all? I'm not surprised. They never included me as one of the Reindeer even though, without me, Rudolph wouldn't be famous and popular with all the other Reindeer and it would be me! It would be me who young children would sing about, not that red-nosed show off!
All of the other Reindeer were said to be made of dreams while I was made of nightmares! And who made me this bitter? This twisted and forgotten? Rudolph, of course! I used to ride at the front of the herd every Christmas eve, directing the others to where the houses were with my old best friend by my side. Why did I ever want to help that two-faced brat? I could have played with the other Reindeer and I would still be head of the herd! But no! I had to kick the fog-seeds into the lake and make fog so thick only his stupid red nose could break through it!
Now I lie alone in my den. Remembering my old life and how I began Halloween. Nobody knows about the Halloween Reindeer. I wear that red Christmas Reindeer sash but instead of having baubles and such stuck to it I have claws and teeth of other animals and the half of my antler that got ripped off by that red-nosed freak!
I am Baltic. Please listen to my side of the story.
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