Crystalline Cool (45)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (45)"
   
   Rudolph allowed Duncan to innocently mount his back, no coyote dun but pure reindeer fur, and the young man rode bareback, flying off to the reindeer's Christmas intentions.  Not far from Saint Vincent Island, to another place in Florida, where so many elderly cool off with chronic air-conditioning that it's crazy; anyway, they anchored down smoothly in front of a Spanish-styled home, where an elderly man was being tortured by his caretaker; furthermore, suffering exploitation, as in his name were insurance policies being taken out for the benefit of others, and by way of using his Social Security money; plus, the beastly pseudo-caretaker had his ringtone on the vicious vibration of:  "Motherf&*%er!!!"  And it played over and over again, driving the man to sit in his own fecal matter; moreover, endure the television demonically displaying bizarre and allegorically cruel shows, zapping away his love of Gene Autry reruns, yet when people would visit, it would be swiftly switched back to family programming; however, the cell phone conversations were thug-like in front of the elderly man when he was alone, and no "F BOMB" should be dropped on the innocent ears of those so terrified and incapable of defense.
   "What do we do?"  Duncan asked.
   Rudolph was like:  "Santa knows plenty of angels within the Divine Justice System, such as the Arch-Angel Saint Uriel, him despising manipulation and inhumanities.  Or we could just record it with this little gadget I have here and send it to the local authorities."
   The twosome exited the scene, offering justice in a Merry Christmas way.  Even Trump says he won't let any man die on the street.  But so many, locked away, with an Asperger-like inability to communicate their problems in a social environment.  
   Rudolph told Duncan to stay of good cheer and be filled with Solomon's merry mirth.  In the end, it will all be okay for those who chant:  "The Lord is my refuge."  
   Next, the twosome had some eggnog, looking up at the heavens, knowing they were slaves to the stars no longer, united beyond, to the Divine Architect.