Dominic the donkey has a German hoofed cousin named
Rudolph. You’ve probably heard of the
little guy with the perpetual cold. I’m
sure Kleenex with lotion was created with him in mind. Poor little four footed tike – always being
teased for lack of appropriate nose wipes.
My nose would look much the same if I lived at the North Pole. I could have been famous!! But I digress…
Unlike Merry’s blog yesterday, I didn’t do any added research
into this song. You see, the words of
the song are true:
You’ll go down in his-tory.
And indeed, he has.
Kids today still watch the same documentary of his life that I did – ummm
– LOTS of years ago. Same singing snowman
who sounds like Burl Ives – except they don’t catch that connection. Same lamenting Santa waiting for salvation
from a sniffley reindeer. Again, I digress...
So coming back to the point - the point being Jesus. I have to admit: Ruddy has little to offer. Jesus would have shared his lodging with the
dear deer, as he did with so many other four legged friends. Perhaps the Babe would have giggled as He
reached out to touch the glowing red ball.
Of course, then the sinuses would have been healed and the nose would
have faded to black. History would have
been re-written. No, strike that - history
was re-written when that Babe touched this Earth! That’s the point of Christmas!
Sorry, Rudolph. You
are a side bar at best – lovable and loved – but not historical. Hope Santa brings you Kleenex!
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