I've always wanted a Christmas village, and this year I got it...complete with my own little village people.
The little people have been very happy — or so I thought.
Of all the little buildings I could buy, there was no YMCA!
The little people gathered in the square to do their rendition of, well, what else, YMCA, but they thought, hey, why should we do YMCA when we don't even have a YMCA!!!!
An uprising ensued.
I was merely walking by the Christmas tree where I'd set up said little village and it wasn't pretty! There were angry voices. The little fireman, the one carrying the ladder (what an upstart he is!) climbed up to city hall and raised his little village people voice, "Of all the buildings she could buy," he said, "why didn't she buy a Y? We need to work out! If she didn't want us to work out, why didn't she get a Santa village?"
And then they heard the news. While Doug was watching anything-with-a-ball-in-it on his TV, he turned briefly to CNN. This was a few weeks back when the Occupy movement was starting. Well, it gave Mr. Fireman an idea!
If they could protest against Wall Street and just about anything else that upset the general public, why couldn't the little ceramic village people do the same!
They jumped down off their table stand, grabbed some of Jose's notebook paper, and made signs.
The group gathered again, even that upstart little dog AND the snowman! Always the snowman! With signs in hand, they lined up as if they were going to do YMCA but instead began the chant "Y NO Y".
After a lengthy little protest, the little village people realized they were protesting during the day. Doug was driving bus, the boys were at school and Carol was on the road. The only one home was Mocha the Beagle and she just barked to no avail, raising her voice to their protests.
Disgruntled, they put aside their signs. But they are still not happy.
If you look closely, they look ticked.
I am waiting any day for the signs to go back up. I await their little voices calling out their protests.
If they raise too much ruckus, I may have to return them to their little village people box!
