Bear with me, this actually is Christmas-related.
For one, she’s trapped in a glass dome, which is something of a gift in and of itself. That means the incessant jingling from the bells sewn permanently to her hands is at least somewhat muted, and as we all know, the only thing more annoying than a clown is one that jingles all the damned time.
But she doesn’t let the weird surgically-attached bells get her down. No, this clown is full of cheer this holiday season, with a smile on her face and, if not a song in her heart, at least some extra stuffing. Because she knows this Christmas there’ll be someone waiting under the mistletoe for her. And he’s traveled a long, long way to be there.
The romance, they said, could never be. “You’re a wise man from the east, bringing gifts of myrrh to the newborn messiah. I am a yarn clown. Our love is forbidden, because I’m made of mixed fibers, and that’s forbidden in the Torah.”
“Baby, that’s for the Israelites. I’m a Zorastrian.”
“…hold me. Hold me now.”
“Stupid glass bubble…”
“All I want for Christmas is my two front hands…” It must be a royal pain to tie those bows. He must use his face. And feet. Which would be an impressive trick and one well worth the price of admission. I’m just glad he gave up on the lit advent wreath, that could have been messy.
So she’s not really a scarecrow, but seems to partake of the esprit de scarecrow. But the poor dear’s having some sort of reaction to the pine and tinsel. She’s all puffy and and bloated. Maybe it was the eggnog. Should have stopped after the second bowl.
At least it’s not going to go to her hips. She hasn’t got any.
Clown in bell from goodwill on Parmer near I35, handless goofy from Goodwill in Oak Hill, weird little peg-girl from GW near Anderson Mill and 183.