I have for some time suspected that something was different about my family. And it was when we visited Lapland that I first uncovered the truth. I soon discovered with absolute certainty that I share my life with two Elves.
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| Elf School Diploma |
Apart from dropping by to see Santa, there were two other very important reasons to make the journey. Mark always wraps the presents in our house. He’s been trained specially at Elf school, you see. His present wrapping license expiring, he had to return to Elf school for a refresher before it could be renewed. And as for Lauren, now that she had turned seven, she had been called up to attend Elementary Elf School. Which she did with great enthusiasm and where she was to pass with flying colours.
My two now fully-fledged Elves are invariably up to tricks. They have finely honed the Elvin arts of Elf tiptoeing, Elf peeking and Elf capers, each one forever trying to outdo the other. There is not a day goes past in our house without some sort of Elvin prank.
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| Elf Peeking in Progress |
After an entire day of miserable rain, Mark was doing some jobs out in the garden. Lauren decided to Elf tiptoe up on him in the shed – to scare him out of his wits. She crept around completely silently - as is required when engaged in Elf tiptoeing. If you can be heard, even the slightest rustle of clothes or the lightest of footfalls, then you are truly not an Elf!
She slowly and silently pulled on the first of her wellies. Suddenly a blood-curdling screech filled the air. There was Lauren - hopping around on one bare foot, wellie upturned in hand, which – just like her other foot, was dripping cold custard all over the utility room floor. 1-0 to Daddy in Elf capers today!
So that’s how it goes at ours. Sometimes it’s hard living with Elves.
