“Order, order! There shall be order in the court!” The Judge’s hand, still clad in thick red mittens though it was summer, brought down the hammer hard.

The scattered noise died down. “Thank you. Now, we are here to discuss what we have all feared for decades: the childrens’ technology has overruled their outlook on the holidays. Look at Lucy, for example. She started fading last week!”

A translucent glittering figure stood up sadly. Her wings fluttered lightly on her back.

A rather large rabbit heaved himself up from his seat. “I say we give’m Easter eggs, yeah!”

“And how would that help anything?” Baby New Year sneered.

“Fine then, we tayek their new techno-whatsits and we smash’em with a hammer, don’cha know!” a leprechaun cried from somewhere deep within the stands.

“Look, people,” said the Judge. “There are many more peaceful ways to do this. Psychological warfare, perhaps. Give them nothing but undies for the next few years, not PS3 ’s!”

A roar of agreement came up.