One Christmas, my children received two toy reindeer as presents from a member of the extended family. So it was that, one evening, as I slaved over the washing-up, and they played with their toys on the dining-room floor, I overheard them enacting a little drama involving Rudolf and his family. I got to thinking, what would it be like to be the parents of a young reindeer who suddenly developed a really distinctive physical characteristic? Once I asked myself the question, there was no stopping me; the resonances were too strong to ignore, and Little Rudolf was born.
It is appropriate that the play went back, as 'twere, to a young audience via Barnstorm, but I think it was a lovely thing for everyone who saw it. I take credit for writing it down, but I think it was probably floating around in the ether for anyone with ears to hear.
The credits are on http://www.irishplayography.com/.

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