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The Elf on the Shelf

We have a visitor at our house. He’s from the North Pole, and his name is Frisbee.

Frisbee made his first appearance a few weeks before Christmas, last year. To Benjamin and Nicholas’ surprise, he showed up at our front door with a knock of his tiny, mitten-clad hands. The boys quickly gave their elf a name of his own. And they diligently followed all of Santa’s rules - never touching Frisbee, and whispering all of their Christmas wishes in his ear, their direct line to the Big Guy at the Pole.

This year, Ben and Nicholas couldn’t wait for Frisbee’s visit. For days before Frisbee came from the North, the boys speculated on when – and where – he would appear.  When Frisbee magically appeared about a week ago, they were thrilled! Each morning, they rush downstairs to find their elf. So far, Frisbee has been found on shelves, by the bay window, on the piano – even sitting on our Menorah (we have a multi-cultural elf!). The excitement on Nicholas an Benjamin's faces each morning is pure Christmas magic. They love their elf, and love that their friends have elves too. Apparently, Frisbee’s best friend is an elf named Zeffie. Zeffie belongs to Elliott, Dillon and Reed, three of my boys’ favorite friends.

Lately though, Frisbee has gotten a little lazy. For the past three mornings, he’s taken up residence on the fireplace mantel, and hasn’t budged. At first, the boys just thought that Frisbee just really liked the spot over the fireplace. It was nice and cozy and warm, after all. On the third morning though, they were not impressed. What was going on with Frisbee? Was he forgetting to fly back to the North Pole to Santa each night? Pierre and I felt awful. In our before-bed-exhausted-stupor, we had forgotten about Frisbee for two nights in a row. How to explain to the boys without ruining the magic?

Pierre explained that Frisbee must be running low on magic of his own. Maybe if the boys fed Frisbee the Christmas sugar cookies that we had made yesterday, it might give Frisbee a little energy, and help him get his magic back. So, before heading to school this morning, Benjamin and Nicholas each put a cookie on the mantel, within reach of their elf.

When the boys got back from school at lunchtime, this is what they found:

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I was upstairs when they discovered that Frisbee had moved. Their cries of excitement had me rushing to the kitchen:

“Mommy!!! Mommy!!! Frisbee moved! He ate a cookie, and there’s a bite out of the other one. His magic is back!!”

His magic was indeed back. To stay. 

Tomorrow morning, Benjamin and Nicholas will find Frisbee in a new spot.  I promise. I wonder where he’ll be next?

xo Naomi

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