Naughty Rudolph Came to Visit Area 52

It started with a red glow over the perimeter fence.

Not an alarm.
Not an invasion.
Just… Rudolph, hovering awkwardly a few feet above the sand, nose blinking like it knew it was somewhere it probably shouldn’t be.

The caribou with antennas recognized him immediately.

He wanted to show off in front of Krampus

“Oh no,” one sighed. “That’s the one who asks questions.”

Rudolph had not come on official Santa business.
No sleigh.
No list.
No supervision.

Rudolph begged for forgiveness because, after all that eggnog.

He was drunk and said some bad things...even Minka blushed.

He had come because he had heard that Area 52 had experimental snow, aliens who didn’t judge, and excellent beverages labeled “Definitely Not Eggnog.”

Rudolph had unplugged the perimeter lights “just to see what would happen. Taught three aliens how to play reindeer games (they misunderstood and turned it into a strategy simulation) and convinced the caribou security team to compare antlers.

The wolves, unimpressed, watched silently.
Inside the Retreat, Anjelikka spotted him immediately.
“Why is Santa’s GPS blinking… sideways?”

Rudolph tried to explain: “I just wanted a night off. Everyone expects me to glow responsibly.”
An alien handed him a mug. Another adjusted the sky to a soft crimson hue. Someone put jingle bells on a synthesizer.

By the time WTTQ Channel 10 cut to live coverage, Rudolph was dancing poorly, apologizing to a potted plant, and promising to return before Santa noticed he was gone.

When he finally lifted off, nose glowing a little too brightly, the caribou waved.
“He’s naughty,” one said. “But not dangerous.”

The wolves resumed patrol.
The aliens filed the incident under “Festive Anomalies.”
And somewhere far above Area 52, Santa paused mid-flight and muttered:
“I knew it.”

What a "deer."