Elves

It’s Day 11 of The 12 Days of Christmas Sweaters. In other parts of the country this day is called Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve is a very special night for people around the world. This is a night when a fat man in a red suit who has been peeping at you all year comes to every home in the world.

How does this obese man keep tabs on every person in the world? That’s obvious. He uses a surveillance team. Personnel on this team has access to some of the best espionage technology in the world. Don’t ask me how I know this.

Let’s change the subject. Here is my eleventh Christmas sweater. It has an elf climbing up my shoulder on the back.

Tomorrow’s the final day of The 12 Days of Christmas Sweaters!
Have a festive Christmas Eve.

I know that you knew that this title was coming. Well, it is Day 5 of the 12 Days of Christmas Sweaters. A Frozen reference should be allowed, especially if one is wearing a snowman (or two).

I cannot build a snowman here because there is nary a snowflake to be found. However, I still had a snowball fight even without snow. Actually, it was a pompom fight with an elf. Hmm, let me start from the beginning.

I went to CVS to pick up some Christmas photos that had been developed. After picking up various toiletry items and carefully calculating my coupon strategy, I walked up to the register where an elf was the cashier. Okay, he might not truly be an elf, but he was small with a mischievous grin and high-pitched voice. Plus, he was wearing a plaid button-up shirt, a Christmas tree tie, and a Santa hat with an enormous pompom at the end.

Here is how our conversation went:

Elfin Cashier: Hi!
Me: Hi!
EC: My pompom is bigger than yours.
He waggled his giant pompom towards my face.
EC: Although, I guess you do have two.
He gestured towards my two minuscule pompoms.
Suddenly, I understood how men feel.
Me: Well, I might not have a large pompom, but I am famous for The 12 Days of Christmas Sweaters, which people asked me to start a blog for.
My defense sounded weak to my own ears.
EC: Well, I can’t beat that. However, I do have a red velvet robe that I glued fur trim onto so I can be-
EC & Me: Father Christmas!
We said it simultaneously. We both laughed with Christmas glee.
The lady behind me glared at us with the spirit of Ebenezer Scrooge.
EC: You have two dollars and three dollars in extra bucks.
He handed me my receipt.
Me: Thank you.
I walked away with my cart.
EC: Goodbye… 12 days of Christmas sweaters…
His voice sounded sad. Was it because of the all the Scrooges in line?
I didn’t turn around.
I didn’t want to see him sad.
Instead, I called out behind me.
Me: Goodbye… Father Christmas!
He giggled.
I could hear the smile creep back into his voice.

Bonus pictures: These are an attempt to photograph me throwing a snowball. (I didn’t realize posing for pictures would be so challenging when I started this blog, but it is hard to look interesting every single day.) I think you could make a flip book with them.