This elf business in nothing new. Back in the day, tiny elves made their way into our homes and our hearts each December. They were/are Santa Claus' helpers and have every right to do a bit of surveillance for the Big Guy himself. I remember growing up hearing how Santa chose the elves because they were small and quick. They could move about unseen and unheard. Their swift visits were to check each and every child's behavior. No, our elves did not leave behind huge messes nor did they stick around long enough to be seen the next day. A lot has changed.
The little antique Elf sits in a box with paper Santa garland and old Christmas stockings. He is awaiting to spring into action if ever given the opportunity. |
So I say, Go for it! If an elf is knocking around in that brain of yours, then let him free to spring in action. Let the imagination run amok with antics that would be outrageously fun for the elf to perform or for any of us to do if only we were not so stodgy and worried what others would think. Let him swing from garland tied around the ceiling fan! Give him permission to eat the eaves of the Gingerbread House. Turn him loose and let him leave elfin footprints of flour across the counters. Yeah, it might be just another task in your already busy day but the giggles and squeals of a happy child will be well worth the effort it takes. Children are only small for a very short time. Their imaginations can be fueled by the ingenuity of their parents (and one small elf!) and their memories of a happy childhood can last a lifetime. I say, Go for it! Make a child happy and you might..just might..bring a smile to yourself at the same time.
Now that I am a grandmother, perhaps my childhood elf will make an appearance once again. Maybe when my granddaughter is old enough to find delight in a bit of elfin nonsense, she and the elf both will make a visit to the Bayou. MawMaw will be far too happy to clean up any messes that the rascally elf might create if it means that little girl can see a bit of the Magic of Christmas while she is here.
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