Elfie, you are lucky at least it is more fun standing on a trolley. I got the job of selling the holiday coffee maker for two and I am too young to drink coffee, I am supposed to stand here smiling all day, when I am as miserable as ole hells bells. Can't you kidnap us back off to Macy's, SP, we love your blog after all." He spluttered, tears pouring out of his frozen smiling face.

"Don't you worry Witness, Unicef, the Red Cross and Bloomberg will all be alerted of your sad plight through this here blog. Someone will take your struggle to the press and probably make a movie out of it any day now, just hang in there."

But the elves did not seem very encouraged by that path to freedom.