Prancer loves big machines, and what gets a person in the mood for Christmas like a snow plow?

Prancer has no problem with her place on the team, but she wants to experience some of the wonderful new vehicles she has been seeing every Christmas Eve. When she enters the human world, she assigns herself to drive a snow plow. It is everything she wants at a safe distance from any and all human interference. She wants to watch them, not be among them. It worked out well for her until the night she hit the snowman on the side of the road, and it was occupied.

Merkoss thought he was on his way to intercepting one of the reindeer, with a few weeks to go. He leaves the workshop and ends up encased in a snowman, moving through time as well as space. After being struck by the snow plow, he finds himself facing his target, but he only has 24 hours to convince her that she should return to the workshop. Time is of the essence.

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Prancer opened the small box and took out the snowflake. “So, what do I do with it?”

Ru smiled. “It is how the elves meld with the human world. I am pretty sure you can manage it, Prancer.”

“Penny. Call me Penny.”

Ru nodded. “Righto. Penny it is.”

“How much time do I have?”

“Well, it is eight weeks until Christmas, so keep track of the day, and on the 23rd, head home.”

Penny nodded. “I can hardly wait to feel what it is like to be alone in the human world.”

Ru grinned. “Then, stop talking and get going. The sooner you are on your way, the sooner you can begin your new experiences.”

Penny nodded and pressed the concentrated magical snowflake between her breasts. In a moment, she went from the workshop to the human world, and she was standing in front of a huge machine. Her eyes went wide and someone called out, “Rancer! Get your ass in that machine. The highways aren’t going to clear themselves.”

With a grin, she climbed the ladder and situated herself in the cab, the magic of the snowflake told her what she needed to do, and her spirit of adventure started up the monster under her. 

When it warmed up, she checked her maps and rumbled forward, out of the yard and into the sea of white. Between her map, her compass, and her GPS, she got on the highway, put the blade down, and started plowing.