Elf on my Shelf

Dec 27, 2009 00:05

It so happens that on Xmas morning, I realized the Elf had left all his eggs over at my house from the previous day's baking emergency. He had been talking all evening about how he was going to make himself this great Xmas breakfast of eggs and bacon and toast. So I texted him that I had all his eggs and did he need them? He did. He came over and picked up his eggs and helped me get all the platters of cookies into the car along with my dog and her crate. What a nice boy. With a dimple in his right cheek.

Xmas was everything Xmas should be but never was in my own past. At least not since my mom died. Food, friends, family, booze, presents, doggies playing chase with each other, sunshine on the patio, sneaking cigs as I walk my dog, a fire in the fireplace at night. Wonderful. Perfect. Happy in a way I never thought I would be lucky enough to experience.
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