"I have a problem, so listen closely. Tomorrow night is Christmas Eve and I have come down with a dreadful
cold. I cannot let Santa know that though, so when he stops by today to visit and to give me the map for
tomorrow night, cover for me, understand? Don't let him know. He'd fire me for sure."
"Sure, Dad, whatever you say," Hooves replied, trotting off into the other room.
I am glad that I have such a well behaved son, Rudolph thought, then returned to his bowl of chicken noodle
Knock, Knock! The sound of a man's fist pounded against the door of Rudolph's house.
"I'll get it!" Hooves yelled, prancing to the door.
"Why, hello there, Hooves!" Santa spoke, in a loud cheerful voice. "Could I please see your father for a