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Blossom of Snow and Ariel Save Christmas (If by “Save” You Mean “Wreak Total Chaos”)

It was a calm, snowy Christmas Eve at the ski lodge—until it wasn’t.

“CODE RED!” screamed a lodge worker, bursting through the door like a panicked gingerbread man. “SANTA’S SLEIGH IS MISSING! THE REINDEER HAVE QUIT! CHRISTMAS IS DOOMED!”

Gasps filled the lodge. A caroler dropped her hot cocoa. A child clutched his teddy bear like it was a life preserver. Somewhere, a squirrel froze mid-nut, wide-eyed with terror.

By the fireplace, Blossom of Snow, the all-white Borzoi with fur like a cloud and an ego to match, lifted her regal head. “Doomed? Impossible. I shall save Christmas.”

Ariel, the all-white Maltipoo, jingled over in a too-tight elf sweater that squeaked every time she moved. “Blossom, you tripped over a snowflake yesterday. Are you sure you’re the hero we need?”

Blossom ignored her. “I am elegance. I am poise. I am… unstoppable.”

“You’re unbearable,” Ariel muttered, but her tail wagged anyway. “Fine. Let’s find this sleigh.”

The Reindeer Revolt

They arrived at the sleigh parking lot—or what was left of it. Santa’s sleigh dangled on the edge of a cliff like a badly parked shopping cart, and the reindeer lounged nearby, chewing grass with the enthusiasm of overworked mall employees.

Blossom marched up to the lead reindeer, her posture regal. “You there! Why aren’t you pulling the sleigh?”

The lead reindeer snorted and flicked his tail.

“What did he say?” Blossom asked, glaring.

Ariel tilted her head, sniffing. “He says, ‘Cookies or
we’re not moving.’”

“Cookies?!” Blossom exclaimed, scandalized. “You’ve had 11 months to negotiate snacks, and this is when you go on strike?!”

Another reindeer popped his head up. “We’re tired of being called Dasher and Dancer. My name’s Carl, and I demand respect!”

Ariel nodded. “Honestly, Carl’s got a point.”

Blossom turned, fur puffing with indignation. “We don’t have time for reindeer politics. Christmas is at stake!”

Greg, the lead reindeer, snorted again. Ariel translated, “He says, ‘Good luck pulling the sleigh yourself, Lady Fluffington.’”

“FLUFFINGTON?!” Blossom roared. “HOW DARE YOU!”

“Let it go, Fluffington,” Ariel teased, strapping herself into the harness. “Looks like it’s up to us.”

Operation Chaos

With Ariel pulling and Blossom perched like royalty in the sleigh, they managed to get the sleigh moving.

“This isn’t so bad,” Ariel said, jingling with every step.

“Of course not,” Blossom replied. “We are professionals.”

Then the sleigh hit an icy patch, and everything went completely sideways.

“Uh, Blossom?” Ariel yelled as the sleigh picked up speed. “HOW DO YOU STOP THIS THING?!”

“Stop?” Blossom shouted, her fur blowing in the wind. “A queen does not stop. She… prevails!”

The sleigh rocketed downhill, smashing through snowbanks like a sugar-crazed toddler on a toboggan. Presents launched into the air. A snowman exploded, leaving only a sad carrot nose in the wreckage.

“BLLLOOOMMMSSSOOOMMMM!” Ariel screamed as she was dragged behind, her elf sweater now jingling like an alarm system.

“Relax, Ariel!” Blossom called over her shoulder. “This is what we call an adventure!”

The sleigh hit a bump, sending Blossom airborne. “I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!” she shouted before crash-landing back in the sleigh with a loud thud.

“BELIEVE IN GRAVITY!” Ariel barked as a box of LEGOs whizzed past her head.

They narrowly avoided a squirrel, who leapt out of the way clutching his candy cane like it was his life savings.

The Grand Finale

The sleigh skidded into the lodge’s front lawn with a flourish—or rather, a series of spins, crashes, and one final thump. Snow flew everywhere. A snowman’s head rolled across the lawn. The squirrel perched in a nearby tree, his candy cane now an stress-relief tool.

Santa stood outside, holding his cocoa like it was the only thing keeping him sane. “What… just happened?”

Blossom leapt gracefully from the sleigh, shaking snow from her fur as though nothing had occurred. “You’re welcome, Santa. Christmas is saved.”

“Saved?!” Ariel wheezed, her elf sweater now stretched into a scarf. “Blossom, we almost destroyed the lodge!”

“Nonsense,” Blossom replied, inspecting her collar. “That’s what we call festive ambiance.”

Santa blinked at the wreckage: scattered presents, a snowman missing half its body, and Greg lounging nearby like a disinterested diva.

“Well…” Santa said hesitantly. “You did bring the sleigh back.”

“And with style,” Blossom added, giving a regal nod.

The Aftermath

Later, back by the fire, Blossom stretched out regally, while Ariel devoured a plate of cookies like a furry vacuum cleaner.

“You screamed, ‘I’M TOO PRETTY TO DIE!’ halfway down the hill,” Ariel muttered between bites.

“And yet, here we are,” Blossom replied smugly. “Alive. Victorious. Icons of Christmas.”

“Icons of chaos,” Ariel shot back.

Outside, Greg the reindeer and Carl watched from the tree line, munching stolen cookies. The squirrel clutched his candy cane, staring into the distance like someone who’d seen too much.

The End.

Art: ‘Enchanted Sleigh Ride”

© 2024 Samantha Syrnich TLC