The shoppers were greeted with a "welcome" sign as they eagerly waited for the Toy Factory doors to open. Another advertisement below it announced that MeriKlaus herself would be visiting the store for children to get their photos taken and have a chance to sit on her lap for the next three weeks before Mistmas.
One little girl named Amy was here with her mother and her brother for the sole purpose of getting a chance to sit on MeriKlaus' lap. She had never had a chance to sit on her lap, and this would be the first year she got to do so.
"You realize that it's not really going to be MeriKlaus, right?" her brother taunted her. "It's probably just going to be Tara in a MeriKlaus suit. Maybe she'll even just hire one of her cousins to play the part or something."
"Nuh-uh! It's going to be the real MeriKlaus!" Amy complained. "And she'll have real poofs with her and everything!"
"Or she'll just have misticpals in poof cosumes," her brother taunted with a sneer.
"Hush!" their mother scolded him. "You're upsetting your sister!"
Finally, the door began to open and everyone waited with baited breath to be allowed inside. It was an annual tradition for many Misticans to visit the Toy Factory on the first day of December to see how the store had been decorated for the season. The excitement was second only to that of a small child waiting to open their gifts on Mistmas morning.
Tara herself appeared in the doorway, her hooves jingling with the silver and gold jingle bell socks that she wore to compliment her festive ugly Mistmas sweater and a wintergreen hat as she opened the doors.
"Welcome everyone! I humbly welcome you to the Toy Factory!" Tara announced before she opened the doors wider, allowing the curious public to enter the store.
Amy looked at her as they walked by and realized that she definitely wasn't playing the part of MeriKlaus. How could she if she was here greeting people as they entered the store?
She, along with many children (and children at heart) smiled with glee at the bright red and green banner that read "Welcome!" in the entryway.
There was a pyramid display of zisscor super soaker boxes lining a wall and racks full of colorful puppets. There were electronic toys walking about the store, greeting people and informing them of where they could find and purchase one of their very own. Colorful lights were lined wall to wall and across the ceiling, all culminating in the center where they met a very festive tree.
It was the center of the store that most excited the children as they saw none other than MeriKlaus herself sitting in a chair; a few poof helpers gathered around her with some gift wrapped boxes at the ready for all who would come to see her.
Children ran to the center of the store and formed a line while adults shopped around them. Amy ran the fastest to be the first one there and heard her brother snickering at her as he went to check out a display of plastic trikes.
Suddenly her elation turned to sorrow as she looked upon the Mistmas mericai herself. Was she an imposter? She tried to look closely at the poofs, looking for any zippers or fabric caught in velcro. Anything that might indicate that they were not actually poofs but misticpals in disguise.
A particularly plump looking poof hoisted her (somehow with no arms) up onto MeriKlaus' lap. She noticed that the poof's fluff felt rather real, but she didn't know if that really meant anything. Maybe the poofs were real but rented?
"And what would you like for Mistmas?" MeriKlaus asked her with a smile.
Amy looked at her a moment before giving the answer that she had rehearsed many times before. "I want a doll," she replied, "like the one that I used to have but lost."
MeriKlaus smiled at her response. "I think I can arrange something like that," she nodded. Amy got her picture taken with the popular holiday mascot and was about to get down when she heard a poof chirp at her. "Amy, don't forget your gift!" MeriKlaus reminded her before she could leave.
"Thank you!" she replied as she accepted it from a poof that was covered in flowers and rejoined her mother.
"What did MeriKlaus get you?" her mother asked.
The little girl unwrapped her gift and gasped by what she found. It was her doll. Not one like it, but the exact same one. She could tell by the small smudges of dirt on the doll's dress from all of the love she'd given it. Then she remembered that MeriKlaus had called her by name. Amy had never told her her name.
She was the real MeriKlaus after all!