He could feel the old mans eyes carefully studying him. "Sorry, Inky. I've decided to go with Blitzen again this year. Next year - we'll see." The octapus' tentacles squirmed uneasily in the snow - a tear fell from his eye.
"Until next year, old man. The dream lives on!" Inky's inner monologue vowed. 
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