If only Brooks could speak, he'd tell poor little Chance all the secrets, including the fact that yes, mom does move that Elf. I keep wondering to myself when Chance is going to put two and two together. I keep waiting for the day for him to come home from school and have some kid spoil the fun. But in the meantime, the parental lying and deception continue. Again I find myself up against another moral dilemma that Christmas brings: tell your kid not to lie.......and then keep the magic of Santa and his Elf going at all costs.
So you see, the morning of December 1, there was an Elf on our mantle. He appeared there over night holding a piece of paper, written by Santa, explaining that we've been chosen to house this elf until Christmas Eve. The Elf was to watch over the happenings of the house and report back.......Naughty or Nice. Apparently the threat is not enough to stop the constant infractions that occur between Chance and Brooks. Somehow the Elf swinging from the chandelier gets overlooked in a moment of panic when your little brother has taken your prized eraser shaped like a stapler and torn it in half.
So the Elf is a bit mischievous, he takes things that are not his, he eats food and leaves behind crumbs. And most importantly, he moves when no one is looking. Sometimes he hides in very hard to find places, but Brooks is always around when I move him and so when Chance goes looking, somehow Brooks always knows where he is, screaming and pointing UUF, UUF, UUF!!!! And every time Chance has no clue, exclaiming, "Brooks!!! You are such a good finder".
And so the magic continues, if only Brooks could tell.
