T'was a few weeks before Christmas, and all through the house we frantically searched for a magical elf.
See, this year we decided to add to the stress and get the damn elf - under duress. The children had watched, with wide-open eyes, as their friends' households welcomed an elf-y surprise.
"The elf doesn't need another house to mess up, our Christmas plans he would only disrupt". "But please," the kids begged, "we have empty shelves, they could be filled with magical elves."
And so using the magic bestowed upon us, and under our breaths a small muttered cuss, we sent out the word - this year we will allow the small critter in with no rent.
And wouldn't you know it, when we awoke there was the elf, he was ready to go! Twenty-five nights he'd have something to do, from playing in toy trucks to using the loo. And the most surprising thing of them all was we'd have to do nothing, yes nothing at all!