The light from the hall filled the room enough for me to see my daughter Megan's arms wrapped around her Christmas elves, Smiling Max and Olivia Jingles. The elves had returned from the North Pole (AKA a bag in my closet) for Megan's birthday, a tradition we started a few years ago. The elves come back for a day to celebrate the birthday and then return to the North Pole.
Megan asked to sleep with them, saying they would be able to get back to the North Pole even if she held onto them. In other years, we had to wrap glow sticks around them so they could "power up" to get back to the North Pole. That particular tradition seems to have drifted. But that left me trying to extricate the elves from Megan's grasp without waking her.
Gently and slowly, I freed one elf and then the other. But where was Smiling Max's hat? I couldn't see it and had no time to find it. I cut my losses on Max's hat and returned to my room. Reaching high onto my closet sh elf, I found the plastic bag where Max and Olivia will remain until Alex's birthday in October.
Now tonight I have to create some type of leprechaun magic.. I bought gold chocolate coins a while back but need to dig through my drawer to find them.
Moms make the magic.
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski