It seems our little Elf had a bit of mischief just before she left us on Christmas Eve. We kept these pictures from the girls. Maybe when they’re old enough, we’ll show them.
I thought Elves drank maple syrup? Don’t think she knew that that’s a jar of ‘shine from North Carolina. The apples and cinnamon stick must have confused her. And on our ancestor altar too!
The liquor really got her into the mood..
She tried a little “pole dancing”. She said it was “for exercise”, but I fail to understand what taking the skirt off had to do with exercise.
And, as usual, She ended up “praying to the porcelain god”. Happens to the best of us!