The man and deer charged with a murderous yell,
But the young stood their ground: “You can go back to Hell!”
There was a clashing of arms, and much blood was spilled,
And before the tide turned, the deer ate his fill.
This is part twenty-three of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part twenty-four!
Joshua G. J. Insole 
I’m glad Rudolf got something out of it.
I heard he paid deer-ly for it…
I see what you did there!