We have an elf. He sits on shelf. He watches the kids and reports to Santa after they go to bed. He actually flies back to the North Pole during the night and hangs out with Santa. Then he flies back to our home and lands on a different "shelf". The kids wake up and the first thing they do is try and find where the elf landed. They are not allowed to touch him or he loses his power. Since we moved, the elf was sort of lost. On the fist day of December, Shane woke up and stumbled into our room and asked, "did the elf come to our home?" Startled, I quickly explained that there was a really big storm the night before and Brownie could not travel safely from the North Pole. Shane seemed to be fine with the explanation... few!
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That is such a remarkable tradition you all are doing with your family...these kids are really buying in. Last year we went to Scottsdale, Az, and I can remember you took Brownie along. I even moved him on a couple of mornings, and sure enough the kids came out looking to see where he had lit each morning, back from the North Pole. You just have to stay one step ahead, and not have to tap dance too much with them, or they will begin to suspect something is up??? Good job!
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