Bernie

Static.

More static. Bernie throws down the radio. She thinks for a moment and looks to the reindeer.

More static. Bernie throws down the radio. She thinks for a moment and looks to the reindeer.

More static. Bernie throws down the radio. She thinks for a moment and looks to the reindeer.

The magic yaks stare blankly at her.

The magic yaks stare blankly at her.

The magic yaks stare blankly at her.

Vixen snorts. That's wrong.

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.