Rudolph: A terrible story

The Rudolph Christmas story is pretty ubiquitous, but I've never been quite sure what the moral is supposed to be. Maybe it's an ugly duckling thing, where as long as you turn out good looking in the end, it's ok: Rudolph had a freak nose, but it's fine because it was useful.

Anyway, the point I always take away from the story is that the other reindeer are assholes. They taunt Rudolph and won't play with him because he's different than they are. So he's got a red nose. Big deal. But these elitist, douchebag reindeer won't let him in. He's totally alone and has no friends. Where's the moral here?

But then! Oh! Rudolph saves Christmas with his bright freak nose. And you know what happens then? Those shallow, snide, two-faced jerks are all buddy-buddy with him now that he's Santa's favorite. Yeah, they were too good for him before, but now that he's famous, they're more than willing to slime up to him and act like friends. Rudolph needs to tell them where to shove it and find some real friends.

I'd link some pictures with the word "Douches" and some arrows pointing at the other reindeer, but they're probably copyrighted and I wouldn't put it past whoever owns it to come get me.