From "Dark Intervals"
by J.E. Stanley.
Here’s the truth of it:
That foggy Christmas Eve never happened.
The harassment never stopped.
Rudolph might as well have been,
say, the only Jewish kid
in oh-so-gentile 1940’s Porterville,
Once, after they tired of their reindeer games,
they cornered him in the playground.
He got in a few good hits of his own.
But, he was small
and severely outnumbered,
so they beat the shit out of him.
Even after Rudolph passed out,
Donner kept kicking him,
punctuating each kick with
And, it wasn’t just Rudolph’s nose that was red.
His blood was red, too.