Happy Child

Tuesday was another early morning for Shortcake.  It was HAPPY CHILD.  You have to say it in your biggest, boomingest voice: "HAP-PY CHILD."  It's one of Santa's favorite events.  Except.  This year there was a hitch.  Santa broke his wrist.  He was walking, and he tripped, and he needed to land on either his wrist or his head.  So he chose his wrist.  And it broke in 2 places.  He called Shortcake Monday night to give her a heads up. 

He was moving slowly on Tuesday and needed a bit of help to get dressed.  He needed stretchier gloves, so Patches went into the store and found him some white, stretchy knit gloves - with texting fingers! - to go over his cast.  Santa alerted his elf that the kids needed to be careful around him.  Luckily, at Happy Child the kids don't sit on his lap.  They come into the house and pick out toys and go their merry way.  Santa made it through the event without problems.  He had a doctor's appointment to find out if he needed surgery.  Fingers crossed Santa will be okay.

Other than Happy Child, it was a sloooooooooooow day.  Shortcake was hungry because she hadn't eaten all morning, so she got an acai bowl and a smoothie and some soup - all things easy to swallow with a smooth texture.

Shortcake discovered she could send e-mails from the computer in the Santa room, so she put together reminder e-mail drafts, covered some shifts, did all the paperwork that keeps Santaland running on the strawboss end.  That kept her occupied.

A quirk of an elf: Little Star wanders.  Like, he may be assigned to a position in the village, but if you're looking for him, he won't be there.  Shortcake literally stood in the center of the village and shouted his name.  All the other usher elves popped out.  Little Star popped out about 3 minutes later.

By the end of the day when Shortcake needed to hand things over to Cider, she had run out of fucks to give.  Pardon her language, but it was true.  And she didn't throw her hands up in the air, throwing away her fucks.  No, they fell out of her pockets as she slowly walked away and couldn't be bothered to pick them back up.