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A Doll Dimensions Christmas Carol : Part 2

Hey, guys!

This is Holly O’Hair, here with another diary style entry of what happened this week in the Doll Dimensions household!

I know I sort of left you guys hanging earlier, so let’s remedy that now. 🙂


I didn’t see much of Toralei for the rest of that day. Grace, however, was thrilled with our decorations and immediately took pictures for the blog.

That night, we all slept peacefully on our shelves, not guessing that anything was going on. I remember hearing a little meow and a small crash, but I thought that maybe it was just Catty snoring.

The next morning (this morning), I opened my eyes and wanted to go walk around our new courtyard. I needed inspiration for Christmas presents, and I thought that I might find some there.

I was walking while deep in thought, so it took a few seconds for me to register in my head what I saw. I gasped—and immediately started running back to get the others. Lizzie’s hand clapped over her mouth in shock when she saw, and little Diana’s eyes grew as round as saucers. Rarity’s jaw dropped. Cupid choked out a sob, and I wanted to cry myself.


All of our hard work—the stacks of presents, the carefully hung ornaments, the perfectly groomed and trimmed tree, the entire courtyard—was completely and utterly destroyed.

The tree had been splashed with water, causing the green dye in the fake bristles to come streaming off and onto the wooden floor. The glass ornaments had been smashed, and the painstakingly braided garlands had been shredded to bits.

“All of our work—ruined!” Lizzie wept.

“Wha—What happened?” Gigi stuttered.

“I’ll tell you what happened,” Barbara (we don’t often call her Batgirl) said grimly as she held up a shock of bright orange hair that had been snagged in the bristles of the Christmas tree. As a trained detective, Barbara had started examining the scene immediately.


“That little traitor,” Scarlet muttered under her breath.

“I’m gonna go give her a piece of my mind,” Operetta fumed, as she, Scarlet, and Clawdeen started stomping off towards Toralei’s hideout under the futon.


I was about to join them when I suddenly had a lightbulb moment. I ran in front of them and blocked their path.


“Wait!” I exclaimed. “I—I don’t think you should do that.”

“Why in the world not, sugar?” Operetta frowned. (Just so you know, she wasn’t being weird or anything…Operetta calls EVERYONE “sugar”! 🙂 )

“Because,” I replied. “Toralei just wants a reaction out of us. I’m not saying I don’t think what she did is horrible—‘cause it is, but I’m just saying that if we don’t act bothered by it, she probably won’t see the use in trying anything else.”

“I see your point,” Scarlet admitted.

“Agreed,” Clawdeen and Operetta nodded. Honestly, though, I had no idea what we were going to do.


We went about our day as normally as possible. We tried to salvage what was left of the decoration wreckage, but it was going to take a lot of hard work before things would start looking decent again. I was pausing to wipe the sweat off of my forehead when I noticed that everyone was still really down. It seemed like our Christmas cheer had been sucked out of us like glitter into a vacuum cleaner.


I didn’t really know what to do, until I heard Cameron lightly humming under her breath as she mopped up the spilled green dye. (Before you read on, note that we are a very theatrical group of dolls. 😉 ) No one noticed, until she started quietly and slowly singing in a clear voice:


“Haul out the holly,

Put up the tree before

My spirit falls again.” She paused, and a smile slowly but surely spread across my face. I joined in the rhythmic swishing of her mop with my broom, and harmonized with her, but faster,


“Fill up the stocking,

I may be rushing things but…” Diana, Kelly, and Chelsea’s chipper little faces lit up, and their voices immediately added themselves, and they started clapping along as they rhythmically wiped the ground with sponges.


“…Deck the halls again now…” We paused and looked around at everyone expectantly. They all laughed before our Broadway-style song resumed with a resounding,

“For we need a little Christmas!

Right this very minute!

Candles in the window,

Carols at the spinet!

Yes, we need a little Christmas

Right this very minute!”

Then Poppy sang by herself and I picked up the next line with her,


“It hasn’t snowed a single flurry,

But Santa, dear, we’re in a hurry!” The song continued, with us singing, dancing, clapping, and stomping as we cleaned, swept, mopped, and folded until we were all in a huge circle, swinging each other by the arm, and we all sang with great enthusiasm a final,


“We need a little Christmas NOW!” We all tossed our cleaning rags up into the air, and they fluttered down like confetti. Everyone flopped onto the ground and laughed like we hadn’t in a long time.

img_0327As we looked around, we realized that our decorations didn’t look nearly as bad as they had an hour ago. As I walked to the end of the courtyard to empty my dustpan, Sour Sweet approached, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was watching. She looked somewhat longingly at the joyful group of friends behind me.img_0328

“Listen, I—we—are really sorry about the way Tori acted yesterday,” she apologized. “Liana and I may stick around Tori a lot, but we draw the line when she starts bullying little kids.”

I nodded.

“And,” she paused. “We would NEVER do anything like wreck your Christmas decorations. Ever.”

“I believe you,” I smiled. Although I had never talked to Sour before at length, I started to realize that she really could be a friend who was hiding behind a wall that Toralei had forced her to put up.

As I made my way back to the others, I bumped into a nearby box—that I hadn’t noticed there before. I frowned as I saw little sparkles bursting out of the crack at the top. Had one of the Disney Fairy dolls gotten stuck again? They’re pretty small compared to the rest of us (about 4 inches tall), and it’s been known to happen.


“Buddy, just push over HERE!” I could hear a muffled voice.

“I’m trying, Jovie!!” came the reply. I heard thumping and struggling noises from inside, and then, out of nowhere, a little elf busted out of the top, his pointed hat tilted and his little sweater comically askew.


“Buddy the Elf, what’s your favorite color?!” he announced. “I do hope we didn’t miss anything!”

“BUDDY!” we all exclaimed in sheer delight. Buddy, Grace’s Elf on the Shelf, had first visited us last year, and his Christmas cheer had brightened the whole holiday. We could really use some of that cheer right now, I thought to myself.

“Buddy, dear, how perfectly lovely to see you!” Robecca exclaimed in her lilting British accent.

img_0334Some of the dolls (namely Abbey, Lizzie, Maddie, and Kevin), however, were quite confused. They had just arrived this past year, and the little man/boy/elf who was now nimbly climbing out of the tall box seemed a bit odd, to put it mildly. Buddy noticed their curiosity right away, however.

“Nice to meet you, nice to meet you,” he shook their hands heartily, before stopping abruptly in front of Abbey. “Oh my! Are you a snow angel?” he asked in wonder. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing out loud at how ridiculously similar our friend was to his character in the Elf movie.


“Um, no?” Abbey replied confusedly in her thick accent. “I mean—yes, I mean—it’s nice to meet you too.”  She finished with a smile. That seemed to satisfy Buddy.

“Buddy,” I asked him after a welcome hug. “Where’s Jovie? Is she all right?”

“Oh my gosh! I forgot about her!” he exclaimed.

“I’m fine!” a feminine voice called from inside the box. A little burst of glitter came spurting out of the box as another elf revealed herself, this one with long eyelashes and a pink skirt that was smoothly in place.


“Hello, Jovie!” I grinned.

“Hiya, Holly!” she replied as she slid down the side of the box gracefully. “How’s it hangin’?”

“Pretty well, now that you all are here!” Blondie grinned. Buddy whistled in surprise as he looked around for the first time and saw the crumbled remains of our decorations that we were still in the process of clearing away. We explained what had happened, and our two elfin friends had wide eyes.

“So—let me get this straight,” Jovie asked with her hand on her hip. “Toralei did ALL of this?” I nodded grimly.

“It sounds like she sits on a throne of lies,” Buddy remarked, with as serious a face as he could make, and I almost giggled in spite of myself.

I have no idea what the coming days will bring, but I do know that I’m in good company. 😉


I hope you guys enjoyed! Be sure to click “follow” if you haven’t already to make sure you don’t miss any Christmas crazy-ness from us!



P.S. I think Grace has some tutorials planned for the coming weeks, so it won’t be just me writing the next  few posts. 🙂

8 thoughts on “A Doll Dimensions Christmas Carol : Part 2

  1. Oh no, I’m so sorry about the Christmas decoration fiasco, Holly! You did a great job putting it back together and restoring the Christmas spirit, though. 🙂 Buddy the Elf is the most adorable thing, I like that he’s quoting his character! 😛 And the pictures are amazing in this post…I’m assuming we have Grace to thank for that? 😀 You’re a wonderful writer, I can’t wait to read what happens next!

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