"The Night Rudolph Dropped the Ball"
'Twas the Night of the Crash: An Ethereal Account of Christmas Chaos By Casperine McAllister, Richland’s Resident Spectral Reporter Gather 'round, dear readers, as I recount the fateful tale of Christmas Eve, 2018—an event etched in the annals of Richland history as both a disaster and a testament to our community’s unyielding spirit. The night began with an impenetrable fog blanketing the neighborhood, muffling the twinkling lights and muting the world’s festive cheer. But little did we know, above that mist, a legendary sleigh and its magical team were careening toward catastrophe. The Crash Heard ’Round the 'Hood' At precisely 2:03 a.m., the tranquility of Taylor Road was shattered by an otherworldly CRASH —a sound that rattled windows, frightened the raccoons in the trash dumpster, and sent me bolting from my usual post at the lending library. Floating toward the source of the chaos, I was greeted by a sight I could scarcely believe. Santa’s sleigh, the...