ragdoll trauma

On one of the rare occasions when I went online, at a certain obscure hour of the day, I met someone who made a passing remark, "This December seem to be an especially busy one". And I suppose it really has been. And it didn't end with the Sleeping Beauty run which turned everyone into night animals in a pit for everyone to point and ogle at during intervals. The eyebags have yet to disappear, but who am I kidding? They've been there forever.

Tonight I was at Marina Grove dolled up as some rag doll trying to get a group of unresponsive kids to play games. The place was so deserted it was quite sad. The only faintly populated place was the Mcdonalds and this pub. The magic of disappearing behind a painted face and lumpy costumes is addictive because for that few moments you get to be a different person. And it's a plus that children are always cute. But tonight when I bounced over to a little kid on a scooter and said hi, he tumbled off the scooter and burst into tears. I scurried away after apologising to the maid. Am just hoping that I didn't cause any permanent emotional scarring or anything. (And mingling was supposed to be easier than conducting games!)

During the ride back in the truck I was just wondering what he would do the next time he saw another rag doll, toy or otherwise. Pull out its hair and mutilate its face or inflict multiple painful deaths on it, maybe. During the ride back in the truck, when we stopped at a traffic light, a couple in the car next to us were strangely excited and the guy promptly whipped out his phone to take a picture for which the ragdoll and the elf gamely posed as best as they could with ice in their mouths and ears which were falling off. Freak show galore much. But it has to be said that the ragdoll getup is tons better than the santarina one, involving a trauma-inducing fire engine red bright dress with furry edges.

Still, I'd rather this period be spent more with people and less with work. As much as work is more play than anything, having to smile all the time is really depressing. Having to sing inane Christmas carols like all four verses of Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer is worse. Whatever happened to the baby in the manger?

And if anyone bothered to check out the second and third verses of Jingle Bells, you would discover that it's quite the stuff that Happy Tree Friendsare made of.