Santa directs his sleigh through a sky webbed with tracer bullets and rocket explosions. Rudolph’s nose is blacked out.
His Nato commissioned guidance system assures him a perfect landing atop a shell pocked roof.
Urgent plea from a letter sounds in memory: My brother… wounded in bombing… please help.
He enters through a hole in the roof. Stops near a candle lit bedroom.
From his bag he withdraws a packet of drugs and dressings. Places it on a nearby table.
Cradling the reins, he glances toward a window, and muted sobs of a grateful sibling.
“Donner, Blitzen, hard away now.”
His Nato commissioned guidance system assures him a perfect landing atop a shell pocked roof.
Urgent plea from a letter sounds in memory: My brother… wounded in bombing… please help.
He enters through a hole in the roof. Stops near a candle lit bedroom.
From his bag he withdraws a packet of drugs and dressings. Places it on a nearby table.
Cradling the reins, he glances toward a window, and muted sobs of a grateful sibling.
“Donner, Blitzen, hard away now.”
