Olive,
the Orphan Reindeer
CHAPTER
1
Wolves
The storm in the Barrens raged around the little
reindeer with a nose like an olive.
"Mommy! Daddy!"
She'd lost her mother and father and brothers
and sisters.
The night wind shrieked. The snowflakes stung
her eyes.
"Mommy! Daddy! Where are you?"
But no one could hear.
And now - danger! - wolves.
She could smell them. They were close. Maybe they
got my family, she thought, and want me too.
So the little reindeer ran as fast as she could.
In the fierce storm she didn't know where she
was going. She just knew she had to get away.
The wolves chased her, but she soon left them
far behind.
Even when she no longer picked up their scent,
she ran and ran.
Finally she came to the North Pole.
CHAPTER 2
Santa And Mrs. Claus
Gasping for breath, she found herself in front
of Santa and Mrs. Claus's house. Night here was
calm and peaceful.
She saw them arm in arm on their doorstep. They
were looking at the stars.
Santa Claus laughed when he saw the tired little
reindeer.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Look, my dear. A reindeer with
an olive for a nose!
Goodness! Welcome to the North Pole, little one."
Mrs. Claus smiled. "Well, aren't you just
the cutest thing though! We'll
have to call you Olive. Right, Santa?" Santa
nodded. "Do you like
cookies, Olive?"
"I don't know, ma'am," she said.
"Well, try this," said Mrs. Claus. She
gave Olive a cookie. "It's raisin
and oatmeal fresh from my bakery."
Olive found it tasty. While she nibbled on it,
Mrs. Claus tied a blue bow on her head.
"There, Olive!" Mrs. Claus said, giving
her a big hug. "You just needed a mite sprucing
up."
"I hope you can stay a while, Olive,"
said Santa.
Olive felt she'd never see her family again. She
was an orphan. So she decided to make the North
Pole her home.
CHAPTER 3
Olive's Jobs
As the years passed and she got bigger, Olive
became one of the best skaters among the spare
reindeer. She always won the friendly races against
them at Candy Cane Pond.
Olive also had important jobs to do during the
Christmas season.
She looked through the magic telescope to see
which boys and girls were naughty or nice, and
reported their names to Number One, the chief
elf.
She hauled boxes of presents to Santa Claus's
sleigh on the runway.
She delivered muffins from Mrs. Claus's bakery
to the hospital.
In the toy factory she checked for broken toys
coming off a line in Quality Control.
She liked these jobs, but the job Olive wanted
more than anything was to be on Santa's team.
Will I be picked some day? she wondered.
CHAPTER 4
A Foolish Dream
It was Christmas Eve again. As always Olive wished
she could go on the Big Trip. Many of her spare
reindeer pals had gone. Why not me? she thought.
But maybe that was a foolish dream.
Only this morning an elf had shouted, "You
over there - no, not you,
Jingles. The other reindeer. Yes, you, green nose.
Give us some help."
But at dusk when Olive got off shift, she began
to do some serious thinking.
Maybe it wasn't a foolish dream at all. What did
that smart alec elf know anyway?
So she decided right then to visit Santa and ask
him if she could join the team.
CHAPTER 5
A Meeting With Santa
As she stood in front of Santa's house, Olive
wasn't so sure of herself.
Just who do you think you are? she thought.
But she'd come this far so what did she have to
lose? All Santa could do was say no.
She hesitated then tapped at Santa's door.
She waited. No answer.
She tapped again.
No one home.
She sighed. "Oh, well, I tried."
Just as Olive was about to leave, the door burst
open.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Well, well, look who it is!"
Santa said. He had only one
boot on. "I'm just getting ready to go over
to Mission Control to check
things out before the Big Trip. What can I do
for you, Olive?"
"Hi, Santa. I thought I'd ask if there, uh,
was - was -"
"Was what, Olive?"
"Well, anything I could do."
Santa thought. "No, I can't think of anything."
"Oh."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well - uh - well -"
Olive was tongue-tied.
"Please, I'm really in a hurry," Santa
said. "Well?"
When he hears what I want he'll laugh at me, Olive
thought. That's worse than a simple no. She just
blinked.
"I can't think of a thing you could do,"
Santa said.
"Well, I just thought I'd, you know, ask
anyway."
Santa shrugged. "Thank you for asking, Olive."
"You're welcome, Santa."
She left and Santa scratched his head.
"What a strange conversation," he muttered.
CHAPTER 6
Countdown
Take-off time was ninety-seven minutes away.
Best to forget about the Big Trip, Olive felt,
by keeping busy. Maybe Mrs. Claus wanted some
muffins taken to the hospital.
She headed for the bakery.
Lovely smells drifted from it: mincemeat tarts,
chocolate cakes, jelly
doughnuts, date squares, brownies, buns, bread,
all kinds of muffins and cookies.
"Hi, Olive. That nose of yours sure works
mighty fine," Mrs. Claus said.
"Here's a nice warm raisin and oatmeal cookie
just for you."
"No thank you, Mrs. Claus," Olive said.
"I'm not hungry. I just came over to see
if you wanted some muffins taken over to the hospital."
"I'm sorry, we made the muffin delivery this
afternoon when you were at the toy factory."
"Oh."
Mrs. Claus gave Olive a close look. "What's
the matter, Olive? Why the glum looking face?"
Olive pawed at the ground. "Well - it's nothing.
Nothing."
Mrs. Claus fixed Olive's blue bow. It was crooked.
"Something is bothering you. Tell me, Olive,
don't be shy with me. We girls have to stick together.
What is it?"
"It's nothing, Mrs. Claus. I'd better go
now and see if they need me one last time at the
toy factory."
Olive trotted off.
"You're my favorite reindeer you know. I'm
always around if you need me,"
Mrs. Claus called after her.
CHAPTER 7
Too Late
At the toy factory Olive's best friend, Boomer,
the chubby harness elf, sat on a crate by the
shipping dock. He munched on a peanut butter sandwich.
"Hi, Olive!" Boomer shouted. He liked
to shout rather than talk.
"Hi, Boomer. Do they need any more help inside?"
"Not now. They're just tying up some loose
ends. We're ready."
"Oh." She wasn't needed here either.
"What's eating you, Olive? Huh? You look
really sad."
"Well, it's just that I'd love to go on the
Big Trip," Olive said.
"Hey, come on! You'll make it one day."
"Oh, I don't know about that, Boomer."
"You will. You're fast. You always win the
races on Candy Cane Pond. And you're strong too."
"I'm just a nobody. After all these years
I'm still called the other
reindeer."
"Aw, come on! Mrs. Claus for one doesn't
call you that," Boomer said.
"Tell her what you want."
"Mrs. Claus doesn't do the hiring."
"No, but I'm sure she's got some clout with
Santa."
"I just talked to Mrs. Claus and I couldn't
tell her about - about my dream.
I just couldn't."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Well - I -"
Boomer waved his sandwich in the air. "Sweet
potaters, Olive! You can't just wait for something
to happen. And that's what you're doing."
"I know, Boomer, I know." She wouldn't
mention her visit with Santa Claus or Boomer would
get really steamed. "But I just don't like
to be - pushy."
Boomer snorted. "Pushy? You really tick me
off sometimes. You know that?
The squeaky wheel gets the grease. Things won't
come to you. And -"
"And what, Boomer?"
Boomer stared at his sandwich. "The Big Trip
is only eighty-nine minutes away. But I have to
say you can forget it just like the other ones.
It's too late."
Olive gulped. Maybe I should have said something
to Mrs. Claus, she
thought. I'll be staying behind again.
CHAPTER 8
The Numbers Aren't Good
Meanwhile Santa Claus, Number One, and Chip, the
computer ace, were going over a few things in
the Planning Room at Mission Control.
They studied a wall map. Mittens, Santa's orange
cat, was on Santa's
shoulders. He seemed interested in the map too.
"Santa, the numbers aren't good," Chip
said. "We have a record number of kids this
year and we just don't have enough reindeer power."
Santa chuckled. "Chip, you worry too much.
I have a great team, but we can always add one
or two of the spare reindeer."
Mrs. Claus passed by. She cupped her ear to listen.
"One or two won't do it, Santa, even if we
had them," Number One said. "Dr. Winters
called me just before you arrived. An odd thing.
The spare reindeer are in the hospital sick."
Santa gasped. "Oh, dear! All of them at once?
That's terrible!"
"And the sleigh is loaded to overflowing,"
Chip said. "If we added any more toys we
couldn't lift off. Lots of toys have to be left
behind." He looked at his calculator. "The
numbers aren't good."
"They certainly aren't, Chip," Santa
said.
"Many places must be missed." Chip pointed
at the map with a baseball bat.
"Here, here, and here. And there."
Santa Claus sank into an armchair with his head
in his hands. Mittens
almost fell off his shoulders.
"But we can't let down any children,"
Santa moaned. "We can't! You're the computer
expert, Chip. Think of something. Anything! We
leave in
fifty-six minutes. There must be something we
can do."
Chip threw up his hands. "There isn't, Santa,
and that's a fact."
After she heard this, Mrs. Claus hurried over
to the hospital.
CHAPTER 9
Blackmail
In the hospital ward the spare reindeer lay in
beds. With thermometers in their mouths were Speedy,
Jingles, Flash, Igloo, Spinner, Rascal, Bingo,
and Pokey.
Dr. Winters took out the thermometers and read
them.
"Hmmm," he said. "I can't see anything
the matter with any of you." He
looked at his watch. "It's Christmas Eve
with forty-three minutes 'til
take-off. What if Santa needs some of you? Then
what?"
"Then that'll be too bad," Pokey stated.
"We're not going back to that
gloomy old stable."
"Not until somebody paints it," said
Flash.
"Hah! So that's it," Dr. Winters said.
"Blackmail!"
"That's a mean thing to say," said Bingo.
"But we're not going back to that stable.
So there!"
"Get up! Get up!" Dr. Winters yelled.
"Where's your pride? Where's your courage?
Where's your loyalty? Get up! Immediately! This
is nonsense!
This is - uh, please. With jam on it. Well?"
But the reindeer just snuggled in their beds and
answered with snores.
They weren't going anywhere.
CHAPTER 10
Not A Very Nice Idea
Mrs. Claus rushed into the ward. She was alarmed
by what she saw.
"What's going on, Doctor?"
Dr. Winters shook his head. "I never thought
I'd hear myself say this, Mrs. Claus. Never in
a million years. But what we've got here is a
bunch of fakers who want to sleep all day long
in nice comfy beds. In short, they're on strike!"
Mrs. Claus thought. "I think I've got an
idea. It's not a very nice one,
but - "
She whispered into Dr. Winters' ear.
The reindeer squinted at them. What were they
up to?
The doctor held up a needle. He gave it a squirt.
The reindeer stirred.
"Now this might smart a little, you reindeer,
but it's for your own good,"
Dr. Winters said.
The reindeer shot up in bed.
"Don't be scared," Dr. Winters said.
"It'll only take a second."
"I feel a lot better, Dr. Winters,"
Jingles said.
"M-m-me too," Pokey stuttered.
"See you, Dr. Winters," said Igloo,
bolting for the door.
"Don't call us, we'll call you," said
the rest as they clomped after Igloo.
Mrs. Claus and Dr. Winters split their sides as
the reindeer stampeded down the corridor.
CHAPTER 11
Take-Off
Take-off was seconds away.
From the runway red, gold, green, and blue fireworks
lit the North Pole sky with fantastic patterns.
Two elves at the front of the sleigh blew a trumpet
fanfare.
Tah-tah tah tah-tah tah tah. Tah-tah.
Boomer sprinkled Santa's reindeer from his bag
of magic sparkles. The sparkles gave them the
power to fly.
Chip and Number One looked on with frowns. Everyone
was nervous except for the reindeer.
"I'm all set, chief," said Dasher, and
pawed at the ground.
"Me too," said Dancer, and shook his
bells.
"Let's go, Santa," said Comet.
From the front of Santa's team came a red glow
and a giggle.
The reindeer loved Christmas Eve. Santa didn't
have the heart to tell them thousands of children
would be given a miss on this one.
He slumped in his sleigh. Even his beard seemed
to droop.
Olive watched from a rise.
Although she wanted to forget about the Big Trip,
she just couldn't help coming to see the show.
She especially loved the fireworks.
She heard the reindeer's excited voices. Oh, how
she wished she could be one of them.
But I'll always be the other reindeer who stays
behind, she thought.
Olive turned away.
She'd seen enough. A tear trickled down her cheek.
Suddenly there were cries of alarm. And...
BANG!
CHAPTER 12
What Boomer Did
The sleigh had crashed.
Santa Claus was tossed into a snowbank.
The reindeer sprawled on the runway.
Boxes of presents were scattered everywhere.
Olive galloped to the overturned sleigh. Boomer
stood near it.
"Oh, no! This is awful!" Olive cried.
"What happened, Boomer?"
Boomer grinned. "I overloaded the sleigh
when nobody was looking. I put a set of barbells
across the back of the runners.
"What! But why?"
"You want to go with them, don't you?"
"Shh! Of course I want to go, but -"
"Well, if the team can't get airborne then
you're in. You're in!"
"But - but -"
"Oh-oh!" Boomer clasped his mouth. "Look
who's coming."
CHAPTER 13
No Time To Lose
Number One marched towards them. His face was
red with anger.
"I heard all that, Boomer. Oh, Santa! Santa!"
he called. "I think there
is something you should know."
Santa struggled to his feet and brushed snow off
himself.
"What's going on here?" Santa said.
"Tell Santa Claus the disgraceful thing you
did, Boomer," Number One ordered. "Go
on."
Boomer hung his head. "I overloaded the sleigh
with some barbells. I'm sorry, Santa, I really
am. But please forget what I did and give Olive
a chance to go with you. That's why I did it.
Olive is as fast as greased lightning."
Santa shook his head. The accident had confused
him.
"Olive?" he said. "Olive?"
Then it dawned. "Yes, Olive! I was just
talking to you. So you want to help deliver the
presents, do you, Olive?"
"Oh, yes, Santa. That's really why I came
to see you."
Boomer gave Olive a surprised look. "Huh?
You did?"
Santa stroked his beard. "So that was it!
But why didn't you say so? Oh, never mind. We've
got no time to lose. Come along, Olive."
But Olive didn't move. "I'd love to, Santa,
but I don't think it would be
fair to go after this. If not for Boomer, you'd
all be in the sky by now."
Boomer clenched his teeth. "Olive, you're
going to blow it."
"Hmm, I see," Santa said. "I see."
For a while no one knew what to say.
Finally Number One spoke up. He'd cooled off.
"Santa, may I say something?" he said.
"Although I do not approve of such a deed,
I think Boomer is a good fellow. He has served
us well for many years. Perhaps we can overlook
what he did."
Santa nodded. "I agree, Number One. We'll
give Boomer a second chance.
So, Olive? Do you want to come? Yes or no?"
Olive could hardly believe it. Was her dream about
to come true?
"Whoopee!" she shouted. "You'll
see I'm really fast and strong, Santa."
Santa's eyes twinkled. He patted Olive on the
head.
"Don't worry, Olive," Santa said. "I've
had my eyes on you and I know how fast and strong
you are. You were going to be on the team sooner
or later.
So as of now, you're officially hired."
Chip joined them. He was studying his calculator
and he didn't look happy.
"I hate to be a party pooper, Santa, but
this won't change much," he said.
"With the help of this other reindeer - pardon,
Olive - we can make Los Angeles just before sun
up. But many other places will still get left
out."
Santa sighed. "I know, I know, I hadn't forgotten,
Chip. How could I? All those children will be
heart-broken. They'll never forgive me. But -
but there's nothing we can do."
CHAPTER 14
Mrs. Claus's Surprise
At that moment they heard a whistle in the distance.
It came from Mrs.
Claus.
She wore a red-and-white Santa outfit. And she
was driving a team made up of the eight spare
reindeer.
"Hee-hah! Giddy-up, my honeys!" Mrs.
Claus urged.
The spare reindeer looked as fit as ever. They
came at full steam. Snow swirled around their
pounding hooves.
Santa's mouth fell open as Mrs. Claus pulled up
beside him.
"Mrs. Claus! Goodness! What a surprise!"
Santa said. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, dear, I heard you had a problem,"
Mrs. Claus said.
"We do, we do. A whopper. But I thought all
the spare reindeer were in the hospital."
Mrs. Claus smiled. "They were. Flat on their
backs until Dr. Winters came up with a - cure,
you might say. And then I did a little wheeling
and dealing about giving their stable a new paint
job. You really should see it, Santa."
"We can talk about that later, my dear. But
right now I'd like to know why you're here."
"Well, I thought we could load up my sleigh
and I'll - go with you. If you
don't mind."
Santa clapped his hands. "Mind? Why should
I mind? That's a terrific
idea! You really want to go, don't you, my dear?"
"It would be a hoot. A real hoot."
"All these years and you've never once said
anything."
"Well, wouldn't a passenger have made the
sleigh too heavy?" Mrs. Claus said. "So,
dear? What do you say?"
CHAPTER 15
The Big Trip
Santa turned to Boomer. "Quick, Boomer! Hitch
up Olive to Mrs. Claus's team. That will give
us nine reindeer each."
Boomer saluted. "Right away, Santa!"
Boomer hitched Olive in the lead.
A dozen elves gathered up the scattered toys.
Another dozen brought the ones left over in the
toy factory.
The sleighs were quickly loaded.
Boomer sprinkled Mrs. Claus's reindeer with the
magic sparkles.
For a moment the reindeer rose and floated on
air. Mrs. Claus's team was now ready to fly.
"Up and at 'em, Olive!" whooped Mrs.
Claus. "Ho-ho! Ho-ho!"
Santa winked. "You've got the words, my dear,
but, well, the tune needs some work."
Then with a merry "Ho! Ho! Ho!" and
a "Ho-ho! Ho-ho!" Santa and Mrs. Claus
whooshed off into the twinkling stars and over
the moon.
The elves jumped up and down and cheered the two
sleighs in the sky.
"Yippee! Yippee!"
A few toasted each other with mugs of hot chocolate.
As she led Mrs. Claus's team, Olive held her head
up high.
All the boys and girls got their presents on time
and they were delighted.
So was Olive. And she did such a super job that
from then on she made the
Big Trip with Mrs. Claus every Christmas Eve.
Now everyone knows Olive, the other reindeer.
THE END
OLIVE, the ORPHAN
REINDEER
Copyright Michael Christie 1997
(Ages: For all those who believe in
Christmas)
By Michael Christie
E-mail: mchris@direct.ca
Merry
Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!!