The Fascinating Story of Myself on the Shelf
I went shopping this past weekend looking for an Elf on the Shelf. Â I’ve seen them for so long, I would like one for myself. Â Well, when I found one and looked at the price…OMG! Â Those buggers are expensive! Â I guess I looked sad because a gentleman came up to me and asked what was wrong.
He was a roly poly looking man with a white/gray beard, and wearing a red plaid jacket. Â Hmmmm…he kind of reminds me of Santa. Â Nah, couldn’t be…anyway…I told him that I was going to buy an Elf on the Shelf until I saw the price. Â He agreed with me that they were pretty expensive. Â We got to talking some more, and I mentioned how cool it would be to be an elf and play around all night, and get into mischief. Â Wouldn’t that be fun? Â After a few minutes more, I said goodbye to him. Â As I was walking away I thought I heard him laugh a little ho ho ho…but no, that couldn’t be. Â I turned around to see…he was gone. Â Hmmm…
Yesterday morning I received a letter with a return address of…North Pole. Â What? Â It couldn’t be from him. Â I stared at the letter for quite a while. Â I just couldn’t get past the return address. Â After finally wrapping my head around that, I opened the letter. Â This is what it read:
I enjoyed our conversation on the weekend. Â I’m sorry you were so unhappy about not being able to buy an Elf on the Shelf. Â I agree with you…they are quite expensive. Â I was thinking about what you said about wondering what it would be like to be an elf. Â That gave me the most wonderful idea! Â So I’m writing this letter to let you know that I am granting you that special wish. Â Each night at midnight from now until Christmas you will turn into a little elf. Â You will have all the little elfy urges to cause mischief and mayhem. Â You won’t be able to help yourself. Â You will remember everything you experienced. Â And I will make sure to leave you photo evidence of your escapades to keep as proof it happened. Â So have fun!
Santa