There, there my dear

Hi, my name is Ann, Ann Elk to be precise.
I really should stop going out on these pre Xmas bashes with Rudolph and Santa and the rest of the gang.
You saw what happened to Mr Claus the other week, but this week, he was on the non alcoholic wine last night.
I wasn't. So when I awoke this morning, or afternoon, I found out that somebody, probably Donner and Blitzen, had decided to spray me silver. Very festiveI know, but I am not amused. So
no condescending platitudes, of, "there, there my dear."
I am NOT a deer.
I am an elk.