Last night when I got on the bus, four or five middle-aged women were singing “Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.” They were sitting toward the front of the bus, smiling at each other, wearing puffy coats, and hugging their purses.
"All of the other reindeer
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Rudolph
join in any reindeer games!"
I was tired, hungry, and distracted, and the singers cheered me up as I passed them on my way toward the back.
"Rudolph with your nose so bright
won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
Their heads bobbed back and forth. I sat down and pulled out a newspaper.