Roger was feeling very unsure of himself. All the other reindeer waiting outside looked much stronger and smarter than he did. He was beginning to wish he'd never come. All those stories he'd heard of the Christmas Team, how they trained all year round just for that one night's work - Christmas Eve! They must be so clever, so strong and so much more, well...elegant than he was.

I mean, Roger. What sort of name was that for a reindeer on the Christmas Team? They all had names like Blitzen, Comet, Dasher, and Dancer. Then, of course, there was Rudolph. Everyone had heard of Rudolph and how his glowing red nose led the team through the dark, winter sky. Ever since he was a boy, Roger had dreamed of flying with Rudolph and the Christmas Reindeer Team. He saw himself standing tall and still on snow-covered rooves. Igloo or castle, it didn't matter to Roger. He would be up there with Rudolph and the others, antlers high in the air and sleigh bells jingling on his collar.

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