Bernie

Vixen snorts. That's wrong.

Vixen snorts. That's wrong.

The reindeer start to trot. Bernie sits up a little straighter. She realizes she's triggering them by saying their names.

The reindeer start to trot. Bernie sits up a little straighter. She realizes she's triggering them by saying their names.

The reindeer start to trot. Bernie sits up a little straighter. She realizes she's triggering them by saying their names.

The reindeer who have paused to stare at Bernie with disdain roll their eyes and wiggle their butts.

The reindeer who have paused to stare at Bernie with disdain roll their eyes and wiggle their butts.

The reindeer who have paused to stare at Bernie with disdain roll their eyes and wiggle their butts.

The reindeer gallop and take off into the dark morning sky. Ta! Interior, exterior, the real North Pole later. In Coco's tavern, the elves sit in silence, slamming down eggnog.

The reindeer gallop and take off into the dark morning sky. Ta! Interior, exterior, the real North Pole later. In Coco's tavern, the elves sit in silence, slamming down eggnog.

The reindeer gallop and take off into the dark morning sky. Ta! Interior, exterior, the real North Pole later. In Coco's tavern, the elves sit in silence, slamming down eggnog.

The bartender pours another nod. Breaking the melancholy, Bernie runs through the doors. Once again, she's dressed like a Christmas idiot.

The bartender pours another nod. Breaking the melancholy, Bernie runs through the doors. Once again, she's dressed like a Christmas idiot.

The bartender pours another nod. Breaking the melancholy, Bernie runs through the doors. Once again, she's dressed like a Christmas idiot.

Bernie squats as she catches her breath. The elves don't react.

Bernie squats as she catches her breath. The elves don't react.

Bernie squats as she catches her breath. The elves don't react.

The rest of the elves.

The rest of the elves.

The rest of the elves.