Reindeer Presence by Mario Milosevic

Some say you guide Santa's sled across the dark expanse. But you are the true shamans of the north, pulling our spirits behind you across the frigid plains. We follow your clicking heels, your hot breath clouding the sky and leading the way. We see your antlers sprout and fall each season, like the northern sun, every rising and setting marking half a year. Reindeer, you are keepers of time, your souls always moving. You eat lichen and moss, swallowing the magic of the Earth. You know nothing of us but we see your other-worldly ways, and we know your wild heart is the only gift we ever need.