Heirarchical Order

Everyone dozed, except the Christmas Tree.

When they woke up it was dark and they were lying down horizontal in the box.

What happened? asked Father Christmas. Why is it dark, and why are we arranged like this?

Get off me! said Mother Christmas. You great big hairy lump.

Steady on! said Father Christmas. Do I know you?

Mother Christmas, so-called because of this silly apron, sniffed Mother Christmas.

Oh you! said Father Christmas. I think we have a bone to pick with that young whipper-snapper don't you? She has imposed a heirarchical order on us that is bound to cause friction and unrest.

Speaking of friction and unrest, said the Bag of Presents. This is very uncomfortable. Do you think this is Sydney?

The Cute Reindeer tried in vain to rearrange its black pipe cleaner antlers.

Better not be, said the Cute Reindeer.

It's not Sydney, said the Stupid Looking Snowman. Sydney is bigger, not smaller.

This isn't smaller, said Branch Member One. It's the same, with a lid.

Yeah, said Branch Member Two. It's the same, with a lid.

I didn't say it was smaller, said the Snowman.

I know! said Lavender.

What? asked the Snowman.

What? asked the Cute Reindeer.

What? asked Father Christmas, Mother Christmas, and the Bag of Presents.

It's time to go, said Lavender. Today is Thursday. You must all keep very quiet and still.