December 20, 2016

Elf on the Shelp

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, 
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, 
When what to my wondering eyes did appear, 
But a naked elf with a cute little rear...
A real, live, Elf on the Shelf.  Because our elf has never moved, whoops.

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