I remember the creepy red and green pixie dolls growing up, a precursor to the more modern Elf on the Shelf. The concept of moving the elf place to place is new to me. Sad that Halloween is over, I thought I would start my own twisted take on the Christmas tradition.
My elf has mad skills, and like an unruly teenager, she has no desire to be confined to the walls of our home. This wayward minx made her way to the graveyard. I’m not sure to whom she is paying her respects. Could it be Jacob Marley, Ebenezer Scrooge’s partner, resting beneath the earth? No, I don’t think so. Perhaps it is the grandma who got run over by a reindeer. I can’t be sure, but I brought my elf back home to her shelf, perched high atop the family room until her next adventure.
Disclaimer: No actual graves were desecrated in the making of this blog. The reverse side of this stone states the name of the cemetery, and is not being utilized as an actual grave marker.