Victor was a little different than the other reindeer. He liked to trot around in fabulous high heels and a sequined bra. Sure, he’d pretend it was the only way to get on the all-female team of Santa’s flying reindeer, but we knew that excuse was as see-through as his silk pantyhose.
From a baby doll teddy with little straps like spaghetti to the rhinestone rigging the team wore to pull Santa’s sleigh to the festive red and green feather boa that completed the ensemble, when Victor assumed the costume he gloriously transformed into Vixen, the famous reindeer of lore, a name known and loved the world over.
It all started innocently enough. He’d wait until the wife was out of town and then experiment dressing up like Madonna. The Vixen persona developed right along with his wardrobe. Then came the public performances of cabaret and show tunes, featuring up to eight costume changes per night.
But it wasn’t all glamour and glitz. It took a look of hard work, including many nights home alone watching endless hours of Project Runway, an investment that later paid dividends when he became a makeover fashionista and also came in handy during takeoffs and landings. A high leg kick can be critical for obtaining lift.
When an opening came on the flight team, the flamboyant “Vixen” in festive hosiery and finery was ready and plain old Victor was never seen or heard from again.
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!