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Get ready for the One Cool Christmas Contest this Friday! More details will be coming later this week.
Now on to my most recent issue.
Have you noticed I am never in short supplies of issues?
Yesterday, I was the inadvertent cause of quite a stir with the parents of kids in Brooke's class. Oh yes ma'am. It was a situation.
We are talking a pure tee flurry of phone calls and e-mails.
You see, we have this little tradition in our home where a Christmas Elf comes to visit on December 1st and stays until Christmas morning. Brooke loves her elf. And it was this great love for her elf, that caused her to break a school rule and take said toy to school.
But, she would argue, the elf is only a toy while people are around. When people are not around, the elf very much comes alive and is oh so fabulous.
Of course all the kids at her school decided they MUST have a Christmas elf as well. So, Brooke very nonchalantly tells them what they have to do to make an elf appear at their home.
Just put on your fire place hearth a simple plate of crackers, oatmeal, and jelly beans along with a heart felt note requesting an elf and magically one will appear the next morning.
It works this way in my house because said elf (shhhh.... doesn't come from the North Pole but rather from the bins of Christmas decor tucked in the attack) knows his way very well from traveling here so many years.
Well, you can imagine the great disappointment of many kiddos when elves did not magically appear with the cracker, oatmeal and jelly bean concoction being placed on their hearth.
Really the reaction was more along the slightly distraught line.
"Never fear," Brooke exclaimed. "Have your mom call my mom. My mom has Santa's phone number and can call him to see what the hang up is with your elf being delivered."
Hunh?
I have what?
Well, you can imagine the sheer and absolute joy that these other parents are feeling towards me at this point. Really, aren't you in the mood to deal with a missing elf, distraught child, and some neurotic, over-achieving mom who supposedly has Santa's personal phone number?
Have mercy.
It's only the first week of December and I'm already getting into trouble.
And if you are one of these parents, can I just say for the record that I love me some Jesus and totally see Him as the real reason for season. I mean our elf even sings "Happy Birthday Jesus" on a very consistent basis.
What's that?
Your elf doesn't sing?
Well, if you're really nice to me, I might be able to help a sister out. I totally have Santa's personal phone number you know.
Get ready for the One Cool Christmas Contest this Friday! More details will be coming later this week.
Now on to my most recent issue.
Have you noticed I am never in short supplies of issues?
Yesterday, I was the inadvertent cause of quite a stir with the parents of kids in Brooke's class. Oh yes ma'am. It was a situation.
We are talking a pure tee flurry of phone calls and e-mails.
You see, we have this little tradition in our home where a Christmas Elf comes to visit on December 1st and stays until Christmas morning. Brooke loves her elf. And it was this great love for her elf, that caused her to break a school rule and take said toy to school.
But, she would argue, the elf is only a toy while people are around. When people are not around, the elf very much comes alive and is oh so fabulous.
Of course all the kids at her school decided they MUST have a Christmas elf as well. So, Brooke very nonchalantly tells them what they have to do to make an elf appear at their home.
Just put on your fire place hearth a simple plate of crackers, oatmeal, and jelly beans along with a heart felt note requesting an elf and magically one will appear the next morning.
It works this way in my house because said elf (shhhh.... doesn't come from the North Pole but rather from the bins of Christmas decor tucked in the attack) knows his way very well from traveling here so many years.
Well, you can imagine the great disappointment of many kiddos when elves did not magically appear with the cracker, oatmeal and jelly bean concoction being placed on their hearth.
Really the reaction was more along the slightly distraught line.
"Never fear," Brooke exclaimed. "Have your mom call my mom. My mom has Santa's phone number and can call him to see what the hang up is with your elf being delivered."
Hunh?
I have what?
Well, you can imagine the sheer and absolute joy that these other parents are feeling towards me at this point. Really, aren't you in the mood to deal with a missing elf, distraught child, and some neurotic, over-achieving mom who supposedly has Santa's personal phone number?
Have mercy.
It's only the first week of December and I'm already getting into trouble.
And if you are one of these parents, can I just say for the record that I love me some Jesus and totally see Him as the real reason for season. I mean our elf even sings "Happy Birthday Jesus" on a very consistent basis.
What's that?
Your elf doesn't sing?
Well, if you're really nice to me, I might be able to help a sister out. I totally have Santa's personal phone number you know.
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