Years ago my Grandpa made some elves out of wood that he hangs up every Christmas. Numbered One to Twleve, they hide all over the downstairs. Our job would be to find them all. There are only ten at our house, my son sternly reminded me. Maybe there are a couple we still haven't found?
They seem friendly enough, but they had better keep there hands off my dark chocolate Kit-Kats, which are already disappearing right and left.
'TIS THE SEASON!