Dancer was an original member of Team One, the elite cadre of reindeer that powers Santa’s sleigh on that most important night of the year. Although his name was known the world over, he was rather shy and eschewed the spotlight and few would ever recognize him if they met him on the street. And little was known about his life away from Christmas Town the rest of the year…
The truth was that Dancer had been spending a lot of time in Cape Coral. If you guessed it was the climate that attracted him after so much time in the snow you’d only be partly right. He was frequently spotted around town, sporting a stylish Red Bull Stratos leather jacket, his hair slicked back with pomade glistening and reflecting under the powerful Florida sun.
He met Louisa in the lounge of a hotel after sending over a glass of wine. He introduced himself as a professional soccer player. Except the city where he claimed to play didn’t have a team.
To Elisabeth he was known as a gritty undercover cop working a case involving drug dealers that raped young girls. Yet his badge and police paraphernalia had been ordered from a catalog company in California.
All told he had relationships with 42 retired women in that town, all of whom described him as a wonderful dancer and none of whom knew about his wife and two children back at the North Pole.
This post is part of Blogdramedy’s 2012 BlogFestivus challenge where festivants are cajoled and harassed into writing nine stories in nine days about nine reindeers. Each story has to be exactly 243 words in length.
Happy Festivus to all!