Oh dear Elf, how I hate to see you go. The tears I hide just knowing that this week will be your last with us for yet another long and lonely year.
What will we do without you? You who have been the one greatest joy every. single. night as my husband and I realize just how happy we are to remember your journey to the North Pole and back. I sometimes lie in bed awake and smile, just wondering where we'll get to find you with the dawn's morning light. Zip lining through the house on Christmas lights or bathing in a bowl of marshmallows?
What's even better is that your friends in other houses have the "coolest" and "most awesome" fun...EVER. The bar that's been set by facebook and Pinterest alone, hasn't annoyed us in the slightest.
What will we do without you? You who have been the one greatest joy every. single. night as my husband and I realize just how happy we are to remember your journey to the North Pole and back. I sometimes lie in bed awake and smile, just wondering where we'll get to find you with the dawn's morning light. Zip lining through the house on Christmas lights or bathing in a bowl of marshmallows?
What's even better is that your friends in other houses have the "coolest" and "most awesome" fun...EVER. The bar that's been set by facebook and Pinterest alone, hasn't annoyed us in the slightest.
Oh and another thing, dear Elf, I can't begin to define the magnitude of despair that will cover us that first morning you'll be gone.
How will we cope without the rumbling herd of elephants tearing through our house at least an hour before normal, just to look for you? Thank you for that.
The only thing better than the harmonious trample of eight little feet is the guarantee of screaming that ensues with the first sight of you. Oh it starts out in all good fun initially, yes. Then, without missing a beat, the screams turn into arguements regarding who found you first and so on and so forth. It's such a beautiful way to start each day.
Dear and sneaky Elf, you will be sorely missed. There are simply no words to describe the sadness as such, but I'll try nonetheless.
This year that will pass without your elfish ways and havoc brought upon our house will be marked not only by months or weeks but with days, if not hours. Each night we go to bed and morning we wake without your presence and uninterrupted sleep, will be counted...until the day you arrive again...you fantastic and exponentially incessant little friend you.
Until next year Elf...Merry Christmas.
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How will we cope without the rumbling herd of elephants tearing through our house at least an hour before normal, just to look for you? Thank you for that.
The only thing better than the harmonious trample of eight little feet is the guarantee of screaming that ensues with the first sight of you. Oh it starts out in all good fun initially, yes. Then, without missing a beat, the screams turn into arguements regarding who found you first and so on and so forth. It's such a beautiful way to start each day.
Dear and sneaky Elf, you will be sorely missed. There are simply no words to describe the sadness as such, but I'll try nonetheless.
This year that will pass without your elfish ways and havoc brought upon our house will be marked not only by months or weeks but with days, if not hours. Each night we go to bed and morning we wake without your presence and uninterrupted sleep, will be counted...until the day you arrive again...you fantastic and exponentially incessant little friend you.
Until next year Elf...Merry Christmas.
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