Late last week, the girls spied a Christmas elf, decked out in red and white elf garb, perched up on the door frame leading to our dining room. Mary knew immediately that he was a magic elf sent from Santa. An elf who will fly each night to the North Pole to report on the girls' behavior, and then return to perch in another location in the house the following morning.
Lucy, on the other hand, wasn't quite so faithful. I caught her darting back and forth under the door frame, with her eyes fixed on the elf. She repeated this a few times, then confided in me, "Mom, this isn't a real elf. It's just a stuffed animal."
"What? Why would you say that, Lu?" I asked, shocked by her disbelief.
"His eyes aren't moving. Watch this." She again ran back and forth below the elf, while keeping her eyes on that little guy. "See, his eyes don't move. He's just a stuffed animal. Plus, Mom, I think I see a tag on him."
Can you imagine? No elves? No magic? Well, our little elf, named Kristopher, better not be reporting this news back to Santa.
2 comments:
Love this story and your blog!
That's too funny... in fact we have a doubting Camden! "how does Jingles see if his eyes are just sewn on with cloth?" Have a Merry Christmas!!
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