Santaland people are maybe the worst people to sit through a corporate orientation. First of all, we've been through it multiple times. This is Cider's tenth year. Let's pause and consider that for a second, shall we?
Cider's been working for Santa for TEN YEARS.
Shortcake can hear you say "But Shortcake. You and Cider started the same year."
Yes, yes we did. Class of 2008. BUT. Remember when Shortcake couldn't be at Santaland in 2011? Cider was an elf that year. And then he and Shortcake started as Strawbosses together. So. It's Cider's tenth year. It's Shortcake's ninth year. It's Blissful's eighth year. We're all very old and wise and cynical about Orientation.
But at least they serve hot chocolate and cookies.
Shortcake brought her clipboard to Orientation, and she felt very official. She double-checked contact information for important people. Again, this is why Cider is President, and Shortcake is Secretary.
Also, Snowdrop wore lots of bells - this is normal behavior for Snowdrop - but she got up in the middle of a presentation and jingle jangled her way to the trashcan and then jingle jangled her way back to her seat. Santa giggled silently in his seat. He was - as the kids say - slayed.
Orientation ended as it always does - with Santa reciting Twas the Night Before Christmas. It's always charming and delightful.
Dumpling's already lounging on Santa's throne.
But no worries. Santa's always watching. As his flamingo. Oh, you didn't think Santa had a flamingo? Silly you.
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