Doing this elf thing has made the Christmas possibly my favourite ever! It is true that I probably got as much out if this as my daughter. A real highlight was one morning at church in early December. She was talking to her friends who all all of a similar age and telling about the elf living at our house. The oldest of the group said he didn’t believe her and a girl jumped to her defence saying:
‘It is true because she pinky promised!’
I spent most of advent worrying that she didn’t actually believe but was having me on and humouring me but then the laughter when she discovered what he had done most mornings, and the sheer joy when she saw her candy canes had grown, they were definitely real. Most of the tricks were fairly quick and cheap though I spent a long time searching Google and Pinterest for ideas – and this is why I put them on here, to save others from having to do the research!
She wrote him a letter on Christmas eve asking if there was any way that he could stay in touch. I plan to have him text my phone once every now and then and he also now has a Facebook page that she can use my account to message him on. I also have friends willing to have him go on holiday with them so they can send photos of him from around the world! I highly recommend doing this with your kids if you can, it has been so much fun.
I’m gonna miss the hairy little freak!
The final day!!
Tinker left a note for my daughter:
She came down to see him like this:
And our lounge filled with 200 balloons!
And what’s more, the candy canes had been a resounding success! (see yesterday’s post.)
Merry Christmas everyone!
Today, I worked at the Blind Association again. A young person and I were asked to help make Christmas decorations ahead of their Christmas party. In particular, we were asked to cut up wrapping paper for the group of elderly men in one corner of the hall to make into paper chains.
We joined the group which included a man in his nineties, and others in their fifties, sixties and seventies. After my young person and I had cut up a pile of strips, the lady in charge of crafts came to explain to the men what needed to be done.
‘Right then gents’, she said, ‘first of all you need a big one and a small one’. Cue lots of laughter from the men. ‘Have I said something rude?’ she asked. ‘Put it this way,’ said a man in his sixties pointing to his mate next to him, ‘he’s got a big one and I’ve got a small one!’ For the next few minutes the group of men giggled and joked whilst my lad and I laughed with them.
As a male, I found myself reassured and comforted at the thought I may never grow out of finding nob jokes funny! The ladies further down the hall were all happily having far more mature conversations over their knitting I’m sure, but these guys were really enjoying themselves and cracking like a bunch of ten year olds! I hope and pray I always have that sense of humour until my final day!
Possibly more funny than that though, was the fact that once the rude jokes and laughter had died down and the lady had explained how to make the chains, the guy in his nineties sat back in his chair and pushed the pile of strips away. ‘I’m not doing that’ he said, ‘it’s for kids that is!’