Mommy Might Have Kissed Santa Claus, But I Saw His Reindeer

This summer, a funny thing happened on the Oram family travels. I noticed that not all deer signs along the highway are created equal. There are indeed regional differences. So, in the spirit of Christmas, Santa Claus and his posse, here’s a little something for you all. Season’s Greetings!

Now Dasher:

Now Dancer:

Now Prancer:

And Vixen:

On Comet (he’s a fast one and hard to photograph):

On Cupid (gosh, he’s chubby, huh? His poor little stick legs):

On Donner (he used to be called Dunder, kind of like the paper company, Dunder Mifflin, in The Office):

And Blitzen (used to be called Blixem, but it sounded too much like he’d been drinking until everything took on an over-exposed sort of feel):

And don’t forget the most famous reindeer of all, Rudolph:

In case you were wondering about Olive, ‘the other reindeer’, and her kid sister, I saw them too:

Here’s the real thing, in case you feared I was being too goofy (his reindeer lounging and getting fat at his summer cottage):

On a final note, I also saw a sign for Santa’s summer crossing: