"I wonder why I'm stood standing here when I should be dangling from a tree by now ..?"
"Good Grief, now she's made me pose with some baubles just to show everyone how small I am ~ how humiliating!"
"You've got problems, she makes me sit right at the top of the tree just because I've got a halo and a silly gold-beaded dress. People keep telling her I don't look like a proper fairy but she drags me out every year and perches me up there. It's really uncomfortable actually."
"Personally, I think she's flipped ... Christmas does that to humans, it's really sad. And, of course, she has messed up on a couple of drawings lately ... that wouldn't help either, would it? Anyway, while she's faffing around with the rest of those gaudy baubles, shall we go down the pub?"
"What do you mean "that person"? There might be more than one. Unlikely, I know, but some people like to read stuff like this."
"Really?? ... hehe, they must be as crazy as she is then!"