Quotes About Reindeer

In the 1980s reindeer meat still made a substantial profit. Every other activity, even when the real cost of anything at all was masked by the Soviet tangle of cross-subsidies and phantom accounting, ran at a severe loss. Though this was to change beyond all recognition in the 1990s, reindeer herders in the 1980s were fairly well paid and well provisioned, and their exotic holidays were provided free.

We spend a lot of time on Skype and other video interviews, and it's funny how many people will prepare for a Skype interview by wearing a formal suit jacket with pajama pants on the bottom. Then suddenly, someone is at the door, and you have to get up, and you realize you're wearing reindeer boxers. Just put pants on.

Twas the night before Christmas—well, the late afternoon, in fact, but who could tell at the North Pole in the middle of winter—and Matthias the werewolf was knee-deep in reindeer guts. Really, it was the deer's own fault for having that glowing red nose that had made it ever so easy to pick him out in the gloom. There it had been, like a neon sign saying FAST FOOD and Matt being like Yellow Dog Dingo—always hungry—had taken the opportunity for a quick snack.

Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss

I love Christmas. Frosty the Snowman, peace on Earth and mangers, Salvation Army bell ringers and reindeer, the movie 'Meet Me in St. Louis,' office parties and cookies.

Clearly, Siberian reindeer are not fighting over drugged urine for its nutrative value.

They all ordered massive plates of eggs, pancakes, and reindeer sausage, though Frank looked a little worried about the reindeer. You think it's okay that we're eating Rudolph? Dude, Percy said, I could eat Prancer and Blitzen, too. I'm hungry .

You think it's okay that we're eating Rudolph? Dude, Percy said, I could eat Prancer and Blitzen, too. I'm HUNGRY.

I'm a good cook; one of my specialities is reindeer and potato pie.

She couldn't help noticing the way his shaggy blond hair fell in front of his brown eyes. The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Then they both looked away. "I'll pay you in cookies if you want," she offered. "I make the best ones in the village." The reindeer started to prance. "You make the only ones in the village," the young man deadpanned. "How would you know?" Anna replied. "Did you ask about me?" He pulled his wool cap down on his head. "No. Maybe." She flushed.

He went into another gale of laughter, then made his way through the crowd to the Squire, where he finally concluded the bargain, and acquired not two, but eight reindeer,—Donder and Blitzen, the mamma and papa, with their six children, Dasher and Dancer, Comet and Cupid, and Prancer and Vixen.

He looked up; Donder and Blitzen looked up at their bad child; Prancer, Dasher, Dancer, Cupid, and Comet looked up at their mischievous young brother, who was perched on the roof of the cottage, playfully butting the chimney with his horns.

A reindeer is a deer with antlers, kind of close to caribou. They're small. It's like a big Great Dane. I don't think you could ride one. I couldn't, for sure.

My mug had a reindeer in a bathrobe and slippers with Christmas lights laced in its antlers, toasting the merry season with champagne and saying, "Bingle Jells.

Why did the reindeer fly over the mountain? Answer: Because he couldn't fly under it.

Exactly so!" called Skifr. "I daresay this tight-lipped Vansterman knows battle. How did you get that scar, my dove?" "I was milking a reindeer and she fell on me," said Fror. "She was ever so sorry afterward, but the damage was done" And Brand wondered if he winked his misshapen eye. "Truly a hero's mark, then," grunted Thorn, curling her lip. Fror shrugged. "Someone must bring in the milk.

I can sing," said Margo. (Claire was sniffling and rubbing her knee.) "We sing all the time in music class at school. Listen to this. It's the song about the smart reindeer: Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear." "Margo," I said when she had finished. I paused to think. Margo was giggling away at her reindeer joke, but there was a little problem. She couldn't carry a tune. She might have been singing any song. Any song at all.

He went out, already unaccountably weary though the journey had not even begun, into the multicolored arctic waste beneath a decillion stars, whose near brilliance seemed to chime, even as the harness of his reindeer chimed when they raised their shaggy heads at his approach, and as the eternal snow chimed too when he trod it with his booted feet. Room

Broke the tassels from the birch-trees, Steeped the foliage in honey, Made a lye from milk and ashes, Made of these a strong decoction, Mixed it with the fat and marrow Of the reindeer of the mountains, Made a soap of magic virtue,

He's lying against a bale of hay and talking to his reindeer. That's odd. No, wait—he is singing to his reindeer. That's even odder.

The pronunciation of both Sami and Portuguese languages is strikingly similar: the Portuguese evolved from folksy Latin while the Sami evolved from reindeers' howling.

wymowa j?zyka saamskiego i portugalskiego jest zaskakuj?co podobna. J?zyk portugalski wywodzi si? przecie? z ludowej ?aciny, a saamski z porykiwania reniferów.

I should put reindeer on our Christmas menu,' I mused out loud. 'Can you picture it? All those crying kids, wondering if that's a chunk of Rudolph or Blitzen lying on their plate?' 'I take it you don't have children,' observed Zamir.

At least reindeer kisses do not cause me to take leave of my senses.