Today, I wore my Santa hat to work again. Dixie, my boss, took one look at it and said "No. No, no."
A few minutes later, she came up to me with a new Santa hat. She didn't like the one I'd been wearing because Fletcher had eaten most of the puffball at the tip, and all that was left were these pathetic little white whiskers.
So I now have a new Santa hat with a full puffball. When the puffball flops down to one side, it's a bit like wearing half a pair of earmuffs.