The Car Antlers (Short Christmas Story)
“What are these, exactly?” asked Bill. “Antlers for your car!” said the checkout lady. She wore a red Santa hat at a jaunty angle. She wiggled her fingers on top of her head. “To make it look like a reindeer.” He laughed. “Does it make it fly over rush hour traffic too?” “Of course!” she smiled. “But only once, and only at just the perfect time. One miracle per antlers.” “Why not?” Bill added the antlers to his other groceries. He could use some Christmas cheer. Since his son had gone off to college and the beloved family dog, Mitts, had passed on to Doggie Heaven, the house had been quiet. Bill and the Misses didn’t even have a tree this year. The antlers would be his token decoration. He fastened them onto his car in the parking lot. The wind was bitter and brutal that night, and Bill had a long drive home. Suddenly, on an isolated road lined with trees, a branch dropped in front of the car. The car ran up it like a ramp, and literall...