Humbug!

My archnemesis, The Foghorn, has this singing snowman on her desk. As child-like as she is, she finds it's tinny rendition of "Frosty the Snowman" hilarious. It's cute... the first five times you hear it and watch it move, then it takes on a form of torture I have few words to describe. She feels that she must play it for every person that walks in the office.

The singing snowman may fall prey to an unforunate accident if this keeps up. I'm not one to damage other people's property, but his batteries may suddenly vanish while she's walking around chatting to people who don't want to talk or any other activity she uses to avoid work.

Bah! Humbug, indeed!