I confess that I do have a fascination with the whole Santa and Rudolph thing, but obviously, having grown up with Neil Gaiman, it's not possible to just write a straight up 'nice' story of a man and his magical reindeer...
They unbolted the door and held the creature at bay with long pikes. It hissed and spat a flaming, sticky liquid onto the ground. It howled as they worked in pairs to distract it and force it into its harness. It thrashed its head and razor sharp antlers, but they got its snapping maw into the iron muzzle. In the semi-darkness it glowed red hot as it filled with fire. Rudolf was ready for flight.
Ho Ho Ho...?