’twas the night before Christmas a the Air Animal “house”, not a creature was stirring, not Dr Woolf nor his spouse.
The phones were all quiet, not a sound did they make, Pattie & Suzanne were caught up with web inquiry intakes.
Traci was delighted & shouted with glee, “all my pets are where they belong, and no one’s stuck in Tripoli.”
Cathy & Gladys were busy with queries that said: “can you send all of my 24 pets, to arrive tomorrow instead?”
When up on the roof top there arose such a clatter, Dr Woolf & Cory ran out, to see what was the matter.
When what to their wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, all tired and sick; they looked at each other, “Could this be St. Nick?”
His sleigh was all tattered, his reindeer too tired, (This old fell looked like he should be retired.)
He hopped off the roof top & pleaded his case, The flu had overcome him; you could see it in his face.
“I’m, through with my deliveries, & am sick as a dog, I can’t drive my sleigh home; my head’s in a fog.”
“I’m hopping a Jet Blue flight home, but they won’t take reindeer, Doctor, can you please send them? I can’t leave them here!”
“This request is unusual, one we’ve not had before, We normally send cats & dogs, not reindeer that soar”.
“Can’t we make an exception?”, Cory pleaded with flair, “We can call them “mixed breeds”, and send them by air!”
“By golly that might work!, Dr Woolf whispered aloud, It’ll take the whole team working together, let’s make Santa proud”.
So a plot was devised, everyone took their positions, Working fast was the plan to complete Santa’s mission.
Cathy & Gladys assembled flight kennels, with fear, “Can we really pull off shipping eight (8) tiny reindeer?”
Traci worked her magic, routing a flight to the North Pole, That would take the 8 tiny flight kennels; not routing through Seoul.
Sue & Kim started typing, flight documents with speed, so all of Santa’s reindeer would be labeled, indeed.
Pattie & Suzanne typed health documents,cleverly created, DR Woolf agreed “Mixed Breed” is what should be stated.
“We’ll disguise them; have to hide the, – oh they can’t look like that!”
Cory said “We need to turn them into dogs right off the bat!”
Kim & Jesa were in awe, at the craziness they saw, Asking “Isn’t disguising reindeer kinda against the law?”
While Dasher & Dancer were coughing & hacking, Prancer & Vixen craved the attention they were lacking.
Comet & Cupid were still & quiet as could be, Donner & Blitzen stuck their noses out to see.
“Let’s get these reindeer out of here before the evening is through! These reindeer are noisy!”, said Linda, “Who knew?”
They disguised each small animal to not look like a reindeer, covering antler’s with stockings to resemble a dog’s ear.
So off to the airport all 8 reindeer were sent, each one in a kennel – disguised as dogs, they went.
The airport staff, a bustle; working through the noise & cold,All to busy to notice the strange “dogs”they started to load.
All the staff at Air Animal, breathed a sigh of relief, By Golly, the plan worked, and without any grief!
Dr Woolf was proud, another mission complete!
He waved at Santa who sitting in his Jet Blue airline seat.
And he heard him exclaim as the flew out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, and to Air Animal – a good night !”
Created by: Pattie Barlow, Intake Specialist, Air Animal Pet Movers, Tampa, Florida, 04 December 2010
