Tucked in our Christmas tree I found this letter with 2 candy canes.
To: Elf
From: Christian Parish
Dear Elf,
Can I call you Elf? What is your real name? Is the green stuff magic? I want a pet elf in my house. You can sleep in my tree. But in the daytime turn into a statue so my brother doesn't find you. But you have to be careful I have a cat. You can play my Wii. While you are a statue I will show you around. I know your name will be Someone or Snowflake.
Your new friend,
Christian
So I asked my son.
"Christian what's this?"
"It's for our elf."
"We have an elf?"
"Yes all families do. They watch you and stuff."
"Who told you this?"
"My teacher. It's been there for 3 days Mom and I guess he's not coming to our house."
Tears begin welling in his eyes. If you know my son you know this is a bad thing.
SO what's a good mother to do? One who is wondering when that last Santa believing year will be? She goes out and searches the ENTIRE town of Logan for two hours for an elf statue of some sort. Funny thing is, we had some elves from Brandon's grandmother. Where they are now who knows? Figures.
The good news?
An elf ornament (well really a gnome, insert rolling eyes here) has been secured from ShopKo of all places and Daddy says when Christian's room is clean the elf will magically appear.
My kids are SO going to need therapy some day.
PS As soon as our gnome, I mean elf, appears I'll be sure to update with pictures.















































