StoryOfRudolph

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The True Story of Rudolph

On a December night in Chicago many years ago, a little girl
climbed onto her father's lap and asked a question. It was a
simple question, asked in children's curiosity, yet it had a
heart-rending effect on Robert May.

"Daddy," four-year-old Barbara May asked, "Why isn't my
mommy just like everybody else's mommy?"

Bob May stole a glance across his shabby two-room apartment.
On a couch lay his young wife, Evelyn, racked with cancer.
For two years she had been bedridden. For two years, all of
Bob's small income and smaller savings had gone to pay for
treatments and medication.

The terrible ordeal had already shattered two adult lives.
Now, Bob suddenly realized the happiness of his growing
daughter was also in jeopardy. As he ran his fingers
through Barbara's hair, he groped for some satisfactory
answer to her question.

Bob May knew only too well what it meant to be 'different'.
As a child he had been weak and delicate. With the innocent
cruelty of children, his playmates had continually goaded
the stunted, skinny lad to tears. Later, at Dartsmouth,
from which he graduated in 1936, Bob May was so small that
he was always being mistaken for someone's little brother.

Nor was his adult life much happier. Unlike many of his
classmates who floated from college into plush jobs, Bob
became a lowly copy writer for Montgomery Ward, the big
Chicago mail order house. Now at 33, Bob was deep in debt,
depressed and sad.

Although, he didn't know it at the time, the answer he gave
the little child on his lap was to bring him fame and
fortune. It was also to bring joy to countless thousands of
children like his own Barbara. On that December night in the
shabby Chicago apartment, Bob cradled the little girl's head
against his shoulder and began to tell a story . . .

"Once upon a time, there was a reindeer named Rudolph, the
only reindeer in the world that had a big red nose. Naturally
people called him "Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer." As Bob
went on to tell about Rudolph, he tried desperately to
communicate to Barbara the knowledge that, even though some
creatures of God are strange and different, they often enjoy
the miraculous power to make others happy.

"Rudolph," Bob explained, "was terribly embarrassed by his
unique nose. Other reindeer laughed at him; his mother and
father and sister were mortified, too. Even Rudolph
wallowed in self pity."

"Why was I born with such a terrible nose?" he cried.

"Well," continued Bob, "one Christmas eve, Santa Claus got his
team of husky reindeer - Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen,
and the others, ready for their yearly trip around the world.
The entire reindeer community assembled to cheer these great
heroes on their way. But, a terrible fog engulfed the earth
that evening, and Santa knew that the mist was so thick that
he wouldn't be able to find a single chimney."

"Suddenly Rudolph appeared, his read nose glowing brighter than
ever. Santa sensed at once that here was the answer to his
perplexing problem. He led Rudolph to the front of the sleigh,
fastened the harness and climbed in. They were off! Rudolph
guided Santa safely to every chimney that night. Rain, and
fog, snow and sleet, nothing bothered Rudolph for his bright
red nose penetrated like a beacon."

"And, so it was that Rudolph became the most famous and beloved
of all the reindeer. The huge red nose he once hid in shame
was now the envy of every buck and doe in the reindeer world.
Santa Claus told everyone that Rudolph had saved the day,
and from that Christmas on, Rudolph has been living
serenely and happy."

Little Barbara laughed with glee when her father had finished.
Every night she begged him to repeat the tale until finally
Bob could rattle it off in his sleep. Then, at Christmas time,
he decided to make the story into a poem like the 'Night
Before Christmas' and prepare it in a booklet form with
crude illustrations, for Barbara's personal gift.

Night after night, Bob worked on the verses after Barbara had
gone to bed, for he was determined that his daughter should
have a worthwhile gift, even though he could not afford
to buy one.

Then, as Bob was about to put the finishing touches on Rudolph,
tragedy struck. Evelyn May died. Bob, his hopes crushed, turned
to Barbara as his chief comfort. Yet, despite his grief, he
sat at his desk in the quiet, now lonely apartment, and
worked on Rudolph with tears in his eyes.

Shortly after Barbara had cried with joy over his handmade
gift on Christmas morning, Bob was asked to an employee's
holiday party at Montgomery Wards. He didn't want to go, but
his office associates insisted. When Bob finally agreed, he
took with him the poem and read it to the crowd. At first the
noisy throng listened in laughter and gaiety. Then, they
became silent, and at the end broke into spontaneous
applause. That was in 1938.

By Christmas of 1947, some 6 million copies of the booklet had
been given away or sold, making Rudolph one of the most widely
distributed books in the world. The demand for Rudolph-sponsored
products increased so much in variety and number, that educators
and historians predicted Rudolph would occupy a permanent
niche in the Christmas legend.

Through the years of unhappiness, the tragedy of his wife's
death and his ultimate success with Rudolph, Bob May has
captured a sense of serenity. And as each Christmas rolls
around he recalled with thankfulness the night when his
daughter's questions inspired him to write the story.

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