Woes of a Christmas ornament

Life is not easy as the fuzzy duck ornament of a Christmas tree.


This is not the first time I've had self-confidence issues. But this time, it's worse, much worse.

To start, I am permanently wind blown. No amount of hair gel, flat irons or electric shock therapy will tame this wild mass of fuzz.



But I was ok with that. I was content with my frizzy fuzz, my wild masses of yellow dandelion feathers.

And then he showed up.



How can I compete? That elegant glittery silver breast, that noble upturned beak.




And just look at that shimmery plummage draping across the pine needles. It breathes sophistication.

I'm so depressed.



If I had been a flying pig, I might have had a chance with my angelic wings and gorgeous white gown.




And if I was a mermaid, I would have a seahorse for a friend. I could spend my days floating in an ocean and playing with dolphins while conversing with seals.





The only one I have to talk to is a skinny flamingo next door who thinks he's Santa. You can imagine the conversations we have. I'm not talking to the silver bird.



Maybe I could have been a mallard. After hunting season.



Or a unicorn. I look noble, don't I?






Heck, I'd even be the confused pink Easter Bunny who thinks he's an elf and lives with the other Christmas ornaments. And that's saying a lot.




On second thought, I've decided I enjoy being the Pond's fuzziest duck.

Because after all you have to admit....



The world is full of silver shimmery birds that glimmer in the light, but there's no one with as much fuzz as me!

Merry Christmas from the Fuzzy Duck!




And Merry SITSmas! Go to Secret in the Sauce to see all the Christmas fun with my other SITS-Invisible Friends!

Stay tuned, Invisible Friends! Tomorrow we have a brand new Twirl and Beef Burgundy Thursday. Much more whimsical fun is coming your way!