I've given up all sense of hope with this advent calendar. I think we all need to realize, understand, and accept that none of the items are going to have anything to do with Christmas. It won't happen, it'll never happen. On December 24th, when I pull off the final box, let's just assume there will be some kind of tiny kangaroo or a sneaker inside. On this, the 9th day, we get a plastic broom. I hope Playmobil's main office gets hit by an asteroid.
As if getting a broom isn't bad enough in of itself, the broom isn't even scaled to the size of the other pieces of plastic crap found so far. Unless they're trying to insinuate that the wisemen and Mare Winningham used brooms that were almost 30% taller than themselves. Look at poor Mare up above - she can barely hold the thing up. Even the lamb knows something's wrong, and he's never even seen a broom before. The only way this toy would make sense is if the tenth box had an enormously sized pile of plastic toy dustballs inside. And to tell you truth, I wouldn't be too surprised if it did.
