Last night Daddy returned from the States following some simulator training. Santa gave Daddy a special box and asked that the boys open it as soon as he got home.
Mommy and Daddy were very curious! We wondered what was so important that Santa would allow the boys to open an early gift... we realized quickly that the gift wasn't a "what" but a "who"!
It was a box that read "The Elf On The Shelf", inside we found a book and a curious looking little fellow.
We read the book and learned that the box's inhabitant was a genuine North Pole Elf!!! Santa requested for the boys to give him a name. Tanner decided the tiny elf should be named Elffie (Original I know, but Bartholomew just didn't roll off his toung - LAUGH!) so Elffie it is.
Apparently each night Elffie magically returns to Santa at the North Pole. His job is to report all the good things he witness the boys doing as well as the "not so good" things. The one rule is that no little hands are allowed to touch the elf otherwise he looses his magic. Elffie sits in the same place all day and when he returns the next morning he chooses a different location. Last night he sat among the packed boxes (did I mention we are in the middle of packing for next week's move????) in Tanner's room. Elffie watched him sleep and then went on his way to report the night's activities to The Big Guy.
Tanner woke up bright and early to find that Elffie was "missing". He woke us up to help him find Elffie. After looking downstairs Tanner spotted him sitting atop the activity calendar in the entry to the playroom. How on earth did such a little guy climb so high? One will never know!
Welcome to Casa Flushe little Elffie - make yourself at home! We move to the beach next week so I hope you packed your tiny little elf swimming trunks.
*** A funny little side note for all you adults out there. Santa sent an Elf On The Shelf to my friend Christan's home last year. Her son Christian was SOOOO incredible freaked out by the thing that they had a hard time getting him to go to sleep. He screamed (with horror) each morning when he learned the creepy little elf returned to their home yet again. It was so bad that they had to send him back to the North Pole a little early. (If you are laughing right now you are not alone, I'm still laughing one year after hearing the story!)
More to come from this Mrs. Claus in the days to come about the adventures of Elffie and the little angels his watchful eyes are creating! ;)
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