Looky what I found sitting on our doorstep yesterday afternoon. Elf on the Shelf. He was supposed to arrive shortly after Thanksgiving but told me that he passed a Starbucks on the way and just couldn't resist getting a Gingerbread Latte. He enjoyed it so much that he got another, and another. In a nutshell, that's where he's been all this time. I can't blame the little ......dude. Not one bit. Personally, I think he inspired me to write a new children's book based on the "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" series; "If You Give an Elf a Latte," but that's beside the point.
Tonight, at dinner, we will hold a family conference to determine the name of our wee little elf. I've devised a plan--each of us is to come up with two names that we and also the rest of the family like and then we will throw all of the names into a stocking and draw for it. I'm already thinking up ways to manipulate the family into saying "to hoo-ha" with the drawing and choosing the name I like best, Patch. He was my favorite elf of Santa's when I was growing up. I remember one year even leaving an orange out for Patch along with Santa's cookies. I wrote on it in a permanent marker just how much I loved him.
I'm hoping this elf will bring the kids lots of fond memories, just like this.
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