A child informed me today that he had an elf at home. When I said that I needed one L looked at me and told where I could go buy one.
But I want real elves. I need a group of them. Not to do the shopping, baking, decorating or any of the fun stuff. I need a group of them to help me out by finding out the location of the cookie press that I so thoughtfully packed away last Christmas, or to make me some chicken soup for my chest cold, to fill up the hot water bottle for the same cold. Or to put the disgusting carcuss that Snoopy was chewing on this morning into the trash can (ick!!).