There was a holiday season before Disney’s Frozen. There were other songs. Christmas carols, even! I can’t remember that time. Yesterday we went to hear a choir sing for the holidays – with one child dressed in an Elsa costume.
If you have a child between 2-12, you’re following along. If you don’t, it’s all right if (just a little bit) you’re being judgy for feeding the machine. But you should know I just used my ice powers on you. So there.
- Frozen: Stuff is frozen all over.
- Work: I’m also freezing all over, right now at my desk.
- Frozen: Do you wanna build a snowman?
- Work: Yes, I do. Nothing seasonal at all about my regular job.
- Frozen: Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled.
- Work: And it would be easy to go workplace metaphor here. But why? A blunt pretzel could pierce my abdomen right now.
- Frozen: What’s that smell…chocolate?
- Work: Please let Megan bring those shortbread cookies with the Rolo baked inside. Everyone else, just bring the assortments to the break room and share them because it will make everyone happier.
- Frozen: Seasonal gear is in short supply.
- Work: NEW in 2014! Winter!! Tried to buy a sweater last week (over lunch break, of course) and there’s nothing left in anything but XS and XXL.
- Frozen: I don’t know how to unfreeze it.
- Work: Right! Like holiday turkeys. Best to thaw in water, or in the fridge? How do you do it? Everyone is talking about brining these days. Yes? No? It’s all I can think about right now at my desk. At work.
- Frozen: When life gets rough, I like to hold onto to my dream, of relaxing in the summer sun, just letting off steam.
- Work: ‘nuf said.
Happy holidays to you!