It was the night before Christmas, and Santa Claus was in trouble. Big trouble. One of his reindeer, Blitzen, had vanished. Not "got lost in the snowstorm" vanished—this was more like "I'm outta here, don't wait up" vanished. Without all eight reindeer, Santa’s sleigh couldn’t take off, and the kids of the world would wake up to the most disappointing Christmas ever.
Santa called an emergency meeting in the barn. The reindeer were huddled together, whispering furiously.
“I know Blitzen’s been a bit moody lately,” Santa said, stroking his beard. “But we need him back. Christmas is in four hours!”
Rudolph, his nose dimmed with anxiety, stepped forward. “I overheard him say something about wanting more respect. Something about… uh… opening his own taco stand?”
Santa blinked. “A taco stand?!”
“Yeah,” Rudolph said. “He kept complaining that pulling the sleigh every year was giving him back problems. Said he wanted a job with 'spice.'”
Mrs. Claus entered with a tray of cookies. “Well, you’d better find him fast, dear. I’m not letting Christmas be ruined because Blitzen has a midlife crisis.”
Santa sighed. “Alright, team. Split up and search! If we don’t find him, Christmas is canceled!”
Meanwhile, Blitzen was in a small town far from the North Pole, setting up a food cart in a snowy park. The sign read "Blitzen's Blazing Tacos: Extra Hot, Extra Fast!" A curious penguin waddled up.
“Do you even know how to make tacos?” the penguin asked.
Blitzen tossed some shredded lettuce into a tortilla. “How hard can it be? Besides, I’m tired of being just ‘one of Santa’s reindeer.’ I want to be my own boss!”
The penguin pecked at the taco. “This tastes like sadness and hoof grease.”
Blitzen groaned. “I just need a little more time! Once word spreads, I’ll be famous!”
But as Blitzen argued with the penguin, he didn’t notice Santa sneaking up behind him, disguised in an oversized parka.
Santa tried reasoning first. “Blitzen, come back! The world needs you tonight!”
But Blitzen shook his antlers stubbornly. “Not this time, Big Man! I’m chasing my dreams now!”
Realizing he wasn’t getting anywhere, Santa lunged at Blitzen, who bolted down the street. The chase was on!
The penguin joined in, waddling as fast as his flippers could manage. Rudolph arrived just in time to see Santa slip on an abandoned taco shell. The other reindeer appeared moments later, forming a chaotic stampede through the town square.
Blitzen dashed into a bakery, hoping to hide behind a display of gingerbread houses. But Santa wasn’t called jolly and clever for nothing.
“Alright, Blitzen,” Santa said, catching his breath. “If you really want to quit, I won’t stop you. But first, answer me this: who’s going to taste-test your tacos every Christmas Eve? The elves? They’re busy! The kids? They’re asleep! It’s us, your sleigh-mates, who’ve got your back every year.”
Blitzen hesitated. “Well, when you put it like that... "
“And,” Santa added, grinning, “you know you can’t open a taco stand without health permits, right? Let’s be real, buddy—you’re a reindeer, not a chef.”
Blitzen sighed. “Okay, okay, you win. I’ll come back... but only if I get a bonus carrot every Christmas Eve.”
With Blitzen back on board, Santa’s sleigh took off just as the clock struck midnight. The reindeer soared through the skies, delivering presents with record-breaking speed.
As they flew over the last house, Santa called out, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! And Blitzen, no taco experiments until January!”
Blitzen chuckled, his antlers glittering in the moonlight. For the first time in weeks, he felt genuinely happy. Maybe being part of the sleigh team wasn’t so bad after all—especially if it came with extra carrots.
Back at the North Pole, Santa found a small taco-shaped card in his pocket.
It read: “Next year, we’ll open a food truck together. Love, Blitzen.”
Santa laughed so hard his belly shook like a bowl full of jelly.
Turns out, the future of Christmas just might involve tacos.
