Our Elves . . .

which are on a shelf.

But they stay there, which I like very much.  I grew up with these elves – they are my favorite decoration from my parents’ house.   Last year my mom decided to pare down some of her decorations and I jumped on these dapper little elves.  I have three siblings who weren’t around to call dibs;  I’m no fool.

Except this was after I’d already packed up my decorations, and so I thought I’d just find the fellas a safe place in the house until Christmas.   This sounds like a great idea in January, but not so much in December when you can’t remember to buy more milk let alone where you hid the elves on January 6, 2011.  In one of my few moments of clarity last week,  I remembered where they were.

So that is why these elves on a shelf are staying put. Be naughty all you like children, momma is getting old and forgetful. I’d finish this off with something witty … but I can’t remember what I was going to say.