On this festive shop window tour, I thought I would make my last stop of the night the Halloween Costume shop on 13th Street and University. End the evening on a positive note at least, these guys always looked like they were having a blast.

"Having fun up there, Mr Nutcracker, chatting to that nice elegant lady next to you?" I asked.

"Hey, were you just chatting to my wee cousin, Oor Willie the Wee Nutcracker who sells the slippers on 23rd Street, he said you were a total pest, trying to get everyone fired for the sake of the Home Depot Elves Rights or something like that. You should not get involved, why aren't you on a date or at a shortbread and haggis tea party is that not what Scottish Princesses are supposed to do, instead of nosying around here? HA HA!" he chortled to himself trying to look all cool and Manly for his lady friend.

"Wait till you get put away in a pitch blake dusty basement with all the mice and rats scurrying over your polished black boots for the next ten months, Smartie Pants. See how you like that?" I replied not missing a beat. I ust can not figure out what's up with everyone tonight? This is what you get when you try and help suffering creatures and toys.

"Oh. he's harmless, him, bit of a canterkous, stiff old git from time to time is all. His beard is a bit tickly and those white tights, fashion disaster, but he means well really." His ladyfriend said in his defense.

Well you could have fooled me.