MACON, Georgia—Twas six nights before Christmas and just like always, it was the same three questions over and over for Scott Allen, as he monitored the two reindeer he brought to a downtown Christmas light extravaganza. “Where’s Rudolph?” children and adults asked, eyes sparkling with enchantment as they watch his mother-daughter duo placidly munching hay, not a red nose in sight. “The Bahamas, it’s in his contract,” Allen answers, his mouth stern between a bushy white beard and moustache. Silence. Every time, the questioner ponders the answer. Allen’s eyes twinkle. He knows the next question is sure to follow. “What are their names?” “Comet and Cupid,” he says, then whispers to a reporter. “It’s always Comet and Cupid. But sometimes I tell them one’s Ralph,” he chuckles mischievously,”just to see their eyes.” One more question always follows. “Can I pet them?” “No!” Allen says as if everyone knows the reason. …