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We went to Wyevale to see the weird dancing teddy displays, and the cute rabbits and hamsters and birdies and fishies. There were dancing polar bears, 'Santa's Special Elves' (two elves doing housework surrounded by Santa's clothes...), smiling eskimos, random white furry animals, and the teddy bear band, three of which were actually playing instruments; the other three were more entertaining, one busy stuffing their face with Christmas pudding, one balancing on one foot on a present with another in his hand and generally looking like he'd been partaking in significantly too much 'Christmas cheer', and the third slumped on the floor dejectedly waving half a pulled cracker listlessly in the air, as if he had also had too much 'Christmas cheer' but several hours previously...
There was also a lot of random Christmas-type ornaments, including a couple of excessively drunk-looking snowmen, and a very frazzled-looking Mary with a rather confused-seeming Joseph; the source of their confusion was probably the 'baby', which looked very much like one of those little Easter chick thingamies and not a lot like a baby. For a while I thought that the four-foot-high dazed penguin was going to take the prize for the most excessively weird creation (contested only by the 'Fat Birds', a selection of chickens, owls and so forth which were almost perfectly spherical except for the facial features...) but no. That honour was to go to the Cthulu Santa. Y'know what Cthulu looks like in UF? Well, that, only with a white face/tentacles and in a Santa suit. And a waistcoat. Severely weird.
Somewhere along the line, Julia got the idea of buying this adorably cute Singing Dancing Christmas Tree, and eventually we decided to just go for it (although Paul will be a little upset, because Julia wouldn't let him have the Chrismas Jester Hat (with Bells) last time they were there; she claims the difference is that she isn't planning to embarrass anyone in public with the Singing Dancing Christmas Tree). When we got it home, we carefully inserted the batteries, located a screwdriver to fit the battery compartment back together, turned it on, and practically wet ourselves laughing. After we'd recovered somewhat, Julia commented that it looked like an Evil Overlord's Singing Dancing Christmas Tree; she pointed at it and said "Dance, little christmas tree, dance for us!" and then in the 'Christmas Tree's voice' said "please don't hurt me, I'm dancing, I'm dancing!'. The poor thing was stumbling around like some novice mage's first enchantment, with a very warped and spookily wobbly Christmas carol track, desultarily waving its hands in the air as if it had been tortured to the point of exhausted collapse. It was absolutely hilarious. Dance, little Christmas tree, dance! And it kept falling over because there was a bell on one side that weighed it down. Very funny. (Maybe you had to be there.)
The fishies were pretty, and there were some birdies that looked as if they'd been painted, but the rabbits and hamsters were all asleep, except for one hamster who was trying to burrow its way out of the metal cage. There were two crabs being watched by a bunch of fascinated little children, because they appeared to be fighting, a bigger one and a smaller one, and the smaller one wasn't backing off... we left the area before the parents could decide that the crabs were probably doing, or at least preparing to do, something *else* beginning with 'f'...
There was also a lot of random Christmas-type ornaments, including a couple of excessively drunk-looking snowmen, and a very frazzled-looking Mary with a rather confused-seeming Joseph; the source of their confusion was probably the 'baby', which looked very much like one of those little Easter chick thingamies and not a lot like a baby. For a while I thought that the four-foot-high dazed penguin was going to take the prize for the most excessively weird creation (contested only by the 'Fat Birds', a selection of chickens, owls and so forth which were almost perfectly spherical except for the facial features...) but no. That honour was to go to the Cthulu Santa. Y'know what Cthulu looks like in UF? Well, that, only with a white face/tentacles and in a Santa suit. And a waistcoat. Severely weird.
Somewhere along the line, Julia got the idea of buying this adorably cute Singing Dancing Christmas Tree, and eventually we decided to just go for it (although Paul will be a little upset, because Julia wouldn't let him have the Chrismas Jester Hat (with Bells) last time they were there; she claims the difference is that she isn't planning to embarrass anyone in public with the Singing Dancing Christmas Tree). When we got it home, we carefully inserted the batteries, located a screwdriver to fit the battery compartment back together, turned it on, and practically wet ourselves laughing. After we'd recovered somewhat, Julia commented that it looked like an Evil Overlord's Singing Dancing Christmas Tree; she pointed at it and said "Dance, little christmas tree, dance for us!" and then in the 'Christmas Tree's voice' said "please don't hurt me, I'm dancing, I'm dancing!'. The poor thing was stumbling around like some novice mage's first enchantment, with a very warped and spookily wobbly Christmas carol track, desultarily waving its hands in the air as if it had been tortured to the point of exhausted collapse. It was absolutely hilarious. Dance, little Christmas tree, dance! And it kept falling over because there was a bell on one side that weighed it down. Very funny. (Maybe you had to be there.)
The fishies were pretty, and there were some birdies that looked as if they'd been painted, but the rabbits and hamsters were all asleep, except for one hamster who was trying to burrow its way out of the metal cage. There were two crabs being watched by a bunch of fascinated little children, because they appeared to be fighting, a bigger one and a smaller one, and the smaller one wasn't backing off... we left the area before the parents could decide that the crabs were probably doing, or at least preparing to do, something *else* beginning with 'f'...
