KrayJack88

The town of Hollybrook was blanketed in fresh, sparkling snow. Inside the home of the Miller family, the Christmas tree stood tall, shimmering with lights and tinsel. But one ornament, a small, hand-painted wooden reindeer named Rudy, felt very small indeed. Rudy wasn't like the big, shiny glass bulbs or the electric star. He hung on a lower branch, and in a moment of misplaced bravery, he reached out to touch a passing cat's tail. The resulting SWAT sent him flying! Rudy landed softly in a pile of wrapping paper scraps, forgotten beneath the boughs. He watched the family laughing, decorating, and drinking cocoa. He worried no one would ever find him. Just as a tear began to form in his painted eye, a tiny hand reached down. It was Lily, the youngest Miller. "Oh, there you are, little reindeer," she whispered. She scooped him up and carefully hung him on the topmost branch she could reach, right next to the twinkling star. Rudy shone with a new sense of importance. Being up high, he realized, wasn't about being big or shiny; it was about being seen and loved. And that, he decided, was the best Christmas present of all. @KrayJack88