On one hand, tempting, I absolutely love the job, and love working for ES. It would be six hours over this weekend and again the next.
On the other hand, the weekend is where I rest up after looking after Lex through the week, so I can be ready for the next week. Santa-ing knocks the stuffing out of me.
On one foot, money! I like money, it tastes like plastic but allows me to do or buy Things (TM)!
On the other foot, we have a guest coming to stay over the next two weekends. Between looking after Lex during the week, Kringling, and post-Kringling recovery on the weekend, it would cut into much of my available time to hang.
Balanced on my nose, if I do play Hanakoko, it will pretty much confirm that I'll also be playing the part for the children of some friends of mine, and possibly be putting a visit from St. Nick up on eBay. I love surprising kids with a visit from the jolly fat man in the red costume. But in the absense of getting them the wrestler Vader, me as Sinter Klaas goes down pretty well.
Hanging from my chin and jiggling in a disconcerting manner, I kind of need to give them an answer tomorrow to minimise them being stuffed about. So would need to check my costume, comb my wig and beard, check that I have enough toupee tape strips for beard attachment, have the make-up for my eyebrows and cheeks, and do a test run to remind myself of how it all goes together, so I don't over-blush the nose or cheeks. No good Saint Nikolaus having a boozers blush!
All this while sorting clothes, trying to do the eBay stuff I've been wanting to get up for more than a week, and feeding, changing, and playing with Lex.
And racing around my brain like a stunt cyclist in the ball of death is - I get to help a company I really like out of a slightly tight spot, and I get to play the best part in the entire world!
Much thinking to do.