Reindeer in the Headlights

Sometimes you ask Santa for one thing and get so much more…

I’d rather go to the dentist than to my work Christmas party. I’m not a Scrooge who hates the holidays or anything like that. But I’ve been to everyone in my ten years with my company and they all end up the same way. Someone drinks too much, and I, as HR, get stuck dealing with it. There’s zero fun in that.
As messed up as it is, when I hit a patch of ice to avoid hitting a kitten and end up in a ditch, my first thought is: Good. Now I can skip the festivities. Best Christmas present ever. Only my joy fades away when my phone shows no reception, my leg feels like it’s on fire, and the little kitten is trembling in my arms.
I have two choices: Stay on the side of the road and hope someone passes by and is willing to help or walk through the woods toward what appears to be Christmas lights in the distance. When a reindeer walks in front of me and toward the lights, I take that as a sign I should do the same.