Of course, living in the country, hustle and bustle aren’t really part of our vocabulary...it’s more like mosey and move along little doggie. Between my mom and I, our big excitement every day is seeing how many eggs we collect. Yesterday it was ten, and to be honest we both did a little hooting and hollering. Elfie was less impressed until Grandma Jo...Which he now lovingly calls my mom, told him they could use the eggs to make cookies. That was a tone changer as Elfie danced a little jingle. He LOVES cookies and milk.
Grandma Jo let Elfie know, before they could make cookies, she needed his help with wrapping presents. This made Elfie nearly delirious as he uses to help wrap presents at the workshop in the North Pole. Other than getting caught on the tape roll one or two times (actually thirty-seven times) Elfie did a great job and Grandma Jo was pleased to put presents for Brycen and Annabelle under the tree...Yes, not to worry, the big kids each got a present too.
All this wrapping of packages made Elfie extremely hungry and thirsty. We have been trying to watch the little guy as elves are known to overindulge, especially on sweets. We have all heard the stories of Buddy and know of his love for the sweets, especially candy, candy canes, candy corn and syrup.
With Grandma Jo’s brow still furrowed and hands on her hips (the fake one and the real one), she said, “We made those cookies for ALL OF US”! Elfie, showing some remorse (extraordinarily little), grinned sheepishly while pointing to the saucer with two cookies, as crumbs fell from his mouth. Grandma Jo put Elfie on the spot by asking if he would of left us any cookies had we been gone longer? With this, Elfie took several big gulps of his milk and squeaked out a barely audible, “I’m sorry”. However, It was loud enough and with that, Grandma Jo unfurrowed her brow and forgave Elfie as she munched on a cookie, sipped some milk and they joined in chorus singing...Thumpety, thump, thump, thumpety, thump, thump, look at Frosty go. Thumpety, thump, thump, thumpety, thump, thump, over the fields of snow.
To be continued...