They say that mothers know. Somehow, before I even managed to stand up on my four hooves for the first time, Mom just knew.
Maybe that’s what Mom was thinking when she named me Prancer. She sang my little sister lullabies, but when I was little, it was show tunes and watching Judy Garland movies till I dozed off.
It rubbed me the wrong way when I saw all the attention Rudolph got for his nose. Covering it with a black rubber ball? We saw how well that worked! If he’d asked, I would have given him some free advice:
“Hey Sister! Use some foundation and a little concealer. Then make fashion choices to draw attention away from awkward features.”
He didn’t ask, of course, and his secret was out of the bag. Before long he was working that ruby honker for all it was worth. Foggy nights and that big bear Burl Ives made him a star. He had it easy. I’ve had much more of a struggle.
Imagine keeping your own sexuality under wrapping paper. I have zero opportunity to try anything different with my hair, and don’t even get me started on fashion. My macho co-workers think I’m the quiet type. In reality, I’m always trying to think of ways to avoid pronouncing my sibalent esses. I stay away from the plurals, honey.
Change comes slow to the North Pole. Looks like I’m in this closet for another year.
Below are the names / links of my fellow Blogfestivus bloggers. If I find out they’re not sending their readers over here, there’s gonna be hell to pay, let me tell you.
Blogdramedy (Ring Leader, reindeer enthusiast, generally cool chick)
Steve Betz – Rewind Revise – Lenore Diane – Shouts from the Abyss –
Fit it or Deal – Lynn Schneider Books – So I Went Undercover –
Joe Owen’s Blog – MC’s Whispers – LittleWonder2 –
Blog It or Lose It! – Voice in Me – Apprentice, never master –
A Year of Daily Posts – Diary of a Sensitive Soul – Dot Knows! – k8edid
25 thoughts on “Who Names Someone Prancer? – Blogfestivus Series”
Such a sensitive and tortured soul…really, though – that name was a real albatrossssssss.
Girl! You said it all!
and with a lot of esses!
Hahahahahaha! This is my favorite so far….lol! Poor Prancer, his talents remaining in the shadow of that bright red nose…..the forever understudy. I feel so bad that he must hide in the closet, while no one raises an eyebrow as the elves slip into their tights and cute duds. Tragic.
There’s just no justice in the North Pole, and damn few good restaurants. I’m telling you sweetheart, the only culture in that place is in Santa’s yogurt!
I laughed and laughed. My poor hubbie wondered what the hell was going on. Definitely the best one so far. Can’t wait until tomorrow! 😀
Hope that you stay entertained. Been a frantic couple of days – I’d have been in trouble if I didn’t write a few of these ahead of time.
Same here. I’ve got all of them written except Day 9. So much to finalize with so few words. 🙂
So we both played the gay card. This deck is stacked.
I’ve got one coming up which will not be duplicagted…which is a good thing…
Poor Prancer. I’ll eat a cookie shaped like him in his honor.
He’s always been a big fan of yours, Miss Hepburn.
Most reindeer are.
a blogger named “Audrey” liked my post just before you commented, so I assumed it was her commenting…I’m not so good at replying to comments with my smart phone….
That’s okay. I answered it with a witty retort nonetheless. Or at least they’re witty in my own mind…
It’s a shame Prancer can’t openly express who he is. Especially during a season known for being “gay.”
The irony isn’t lost on Prancer.
Prancer’s always been my fav, and now he still is. Love the “Hey Sister!” line.
Poor Pranther! Heeth feeling fethtive but hath to be tho careful thethe dayth. Don’t worry Pranther – love ya, baby! Good job — this is funny! 🙂
You’d like to think the North Pole was a little more progressive, but, as you say, change comes slow there.
Much like Norwegian ground slugs and cold molasses..
Not that there’s anything wrong with that….
God forbid. It’s just a shame up in the North Pole, those rugged, macho elves can’t deal with an alternative lifestyle. It’s sooo 1860’s!