Spirited Elf

It was my own fault, really.

I had said to hubby, as I sipped on a glass of rum and coke, "Nothing puts you in the Christmas Spirit like some Christmas spirits!"

I'm afraid Christmas the Elf overheard me. And assumed I had been referring to her.

So Christmas got into the spirits.

I'm not entirely sure she made it all the way back to the North Pole last night. But you can be sure I did not let the girls find her like that! Using our special Elf-Tongs (can't have her losing her magic so close to Christmas!), I gingerly moved her to the shelf in Prissy's bedroom.

Whew! That was a close one!!