Kendrie -- Day 362 OT !
Yes, this is exactly like the joyful, wonderful, happy scene I imagine it to be at Santa’s workshop this time of year.
Only instead of cheerful little elves, I have grumpy little children.
And instead of enthusiastically hammering wheels onto wagons, or sewing clothes for dolls, they are grudgingly stuffing and addressing Christmas card letters.
And instead of chattering happily to their elf neighbors, they are grumbling and complaining under their breath about how come *they* have to do all the work around here?
And instead of whistling while they work (wait, is that the elves or the dwarves?) they are complaining about the vile taste of the envelope glue.
And instead of happily loading Santa’s sleigh and posing for photos with the reindeer, they are agreeing to pose with the cards but only if **you** agree to pay them a dollar afterwards.
You know, on second thought, this is nothing like Santa’s workshop. This is more like a pediatric version of a South American sweatshop, with underage, extortionist employees and lots of complaining.
PS. If you’re on our Christmas card list, and you receive an envelope with postage due, or missing a photo or a letter, well, what can I say? It’s hard to get good help these days.