Crashed

Rudolph was sick of them. Perhaps he was a little different. But that didn't mean they had to be so rude.

He wished he had a normal nose. He wished life could be different.

He gazed up, hoping to wish on the moon. But it wss clouded, by fog.

He frowned, hearing odd sounds. A voice, yelling in panic. Something was falling, crashing down. Swearing, and shouting, along with cracks and snaps as pines gave way. A cry of pain, and a rustle in the nearby bushes.

A man stumbled out, dressed in red, with white fur trimming the hood.