Shortcake and Peppercorn are the power team this week. They have every shift together. They worked last night until 10:30pm, then were back at Santaland this morning at 6am. Shortcake got about 4 hours of sleep; Peppercorn got even less. So this morning Peppercorn took a nap:
Shortcake and Peppercorn like to have dance parties to keep their spirits up, but they were both super tired today. So they had an eighth grade slow dance dance party. Peppercorn was the awkwardly tall girl and Shortcake was the boy who hasn't hit puberty yet. They danced with hands on waist and shoulders, arms-length apart, making awkward conversation. Then the song ended, and they both sat down.
Here's a health tip for all you people out there: Eat food. Shortcake did not eat dinner last night, and her breakfast was a measly bowl of generic Honey Nut Cheerios. At 4:30am. By 9:30am her hands were shaking she was so hungry. So she went to Au Bon Pain and bought a croissant and chips and a tuna salad sandwich. And ate it all. The only times Shortcake wishes she were a robot are when she's hungry, sleepy, needs to pee, or has troublesome feelings. Being a biological entity is highly overrated and, frankly, more than a little inconvenient.
A kid asked for privacy while reading his letter to Santa. It was such an unusual request that his mom and the two elves turned themselves in circles before realizing they had to leave the house.
A lot of the elves are heading back to the North Pole tonight, so Shortcake started saying good-bye to a few people, including Cider and Ruby.
And then she had to get hugs from Santa:
And what is Christmas without Teddy Bear and Fa La La? (Treetop photobombed.)
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