Gnomette

His little helpers, including three curvaceous gnomettes clad in fitted Santa suits, passed out candies to the children, and there were Christmas songs and entertainment too.

Last year, the gnomes and gnomettes were able to visit several homes in forsaken slums and ease life for a few families by giving them things that couldn’t have been found in Santa’s warehouse.

Fortunately, he manages to escape from the sneak pit and, after a few more adventures, resolves the young gnome’s problem by playing matchmaker for him and a shy gnomette (Cami Sebring).

But because it was Halloween you also had Chris Swanson, Secretly Canadian’s cofounder, dressed as a cowboy, Aaron Deer of the Impossible Shapes wearing a spray-painted cardboard box around his torso as one-third of The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe, and—late in the evening—Odawas’s Isaac Edwards covered in fake blood, wielding a half-full bottle of Smirnoff and flanked by two tall blonde garden gnomettes.

“What should I carve on the prow as a figurehead? A naked gnomette? A doe? Selene in jeans?” “Leave her out of this.” “I saw the two of you, you know, in the woods,” said the gnome, dancing and leaping.

Two “gnomettes” accompanied a rather hairy-looking gnome to various locations around the Detroit area to run the contest.

Despite her childlike appearance by human standards, she was an adult gnome, or “gnomette” as female gnomes were often called. Alain grinned at her steed. The fully-grown unicorn was only about thirty-eight inches high as measured at the last hairs of its mane, the perfect size for a gnomette.

He was holding a freckle-faced gnomette, considering it with a small but warm smile. Wow. He really meant it, which surprised me. You had to be especially sensitive to get Mom’s art.