The elves all knew that Santa had very “traditional” values.
Rudolph the Elf, named after the famous reindeer (who his mother had a dozen posters of in the drawer she thought he didn’t know about), frowned as he read the new posting on the North Pole Employee Bulletin Board. It listed the new Company Policies that the Claus had implemented, one of which was just getting Rudolph all riled up.
NEW NORTH POLE COMPANY POLICIES
As the Administration believes strongly in “Traditional Views” of Christmas
And as the Administration believes in encouraging appropriate
Morals and Views within Employees
All Elves are hereby banned from engaging in “Nontraditional” Christmas Activities
Including but not limited to:
Giving Free Dental Checkups to the Uninsured
Saying “Happy Holidays” Instead of “Merry Christmas”
Same-sex Kisses under the Mistletoe
Ho ho ho,
Rudolph grit his teeth and stamped his foot. “It’s not fair!” he said. “What right does the Old Man have to impose his moral views on us?
Rudolph’s boyfriend, Steve, patted him on the back. “Maybe we can talk to him,” Steve said. “Make him listen to reason.”
Rudolph tore down the notice and ripped it into shreds. “Yes,” he said. “Let’s.”
Rudolph and Steve marched up to Santa. The Old Man was prepping for the Big Night, and didn’t like to be interrupted. But Rudolph stood tall and cleared his throat to get Santa’s attention.
“Ahem,” he said.
Claus turned towards him and arched a snowy eyebrow. “Yes?” he asked. “Can’t you see I’m busy? It’s almost CHRISTMAS!”
Rudolph and Steve exchanged a look, then broke out into song:
Santa, you red-suited fat man
We have had enough of this!
Just because those are YOUR views
Doesn’t mean that is Christmas!
All of us are individuals
Each with our own beliefs!
You’ll never get these elves
To follow all your stupid rules!
So on this foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa, we’re here to say,
Either join the Twenty-First Century,
Or else, Old Man, we quit!
Then Rudolph and Steve stepped under the mistletoe and kissed. Whether Santa liked it or not.