To say Elfie was excited about Christmas, well, that would be an understatement. It was impossible to settle him. Up and down the Christmas tree, running from window to window in search of any sightings of Santa and his reindeer. I did get him to sit down with me for a few minutes as I read him a story. Elfie loves stories and reading; he helped me turn the pages as we read about Frosty the Snowman. Elfie said he hoped we would have snow for Christmas as he loves to play in the snow.
By now it was getting pretty late. I finally decided to just let Elfie stay up after all; it was Christmas. Living on a farm meant I had chores to do in the morning, Christmas or not, so I headed off to get some shut eye. It seemed like I had barely fallen asleep when I heard voices in the living room. I opened one eye as if that would help me to hear better. Elfie’s laughter traveled down the hallway like sunshine riding a rainbow. I could tell by his voice that Santa was here. I closed my eye and drifted back to sleep.
Come morning, I expected to find Elfie asleep under the Christmas tree, but as I approached, I could hear the happy chitter chatter of two voices. Elfie’s eyes lit up as he sprung to his feet to introduce me to his cousin from Joplin, Dottie Jewel. It seems she had caught a ride with Santa so she could spend time with her favorite big cousin, Elfie. Both were as giddy as could be because they had not seen each other in a while. Elfie could not wait to show off his box of Chocolate- covered cherries that Santa brought for him. He could not think of anything better and was even excited to share with Dottie Jewel and the rest of us. I applauded Elfie for his generosity as we all know sweets are an Elves joy of all joys—that and making toys, but sweets are a way to an elf’s heart.
The days between Christmas and New Year were filled with fun and games. Elfie enjoyed showing his cousin around the farm and introducing her to all the animals. With the excitement of having Dottie Jewel to hang out with, Elfie asked if he could have a New Year’s party and invite some friends to meet his cousin. I decided why not, how many friends could Elfie have and what trouble could they really get into? Well, now I have learned not to ask myself such silly questions. Apparently, Elfie is like some sort of influencer having made friends with everybody and anybody under the sun. I peeked my head in a couple times just to make sure everything was going okay.
Long about midnight, I heard some sort of crash! Best I can tell by the pictures his friends posted on their social media pages, Elfie drank a little too much maraschino cherry juice, climbed onto the windchime attached to the ceiling fan and well, —let’s just say things didn’t go all that well. Elfie has now ditched any plans to become a professional bull rider.