In my grandmother’s kitchen, a ceramic elf girl stood on the windowsill above the sink. At night, Bubba said, she came alive to clean the kitchen while we slept. Although we tried, we never caught her at it.
Tonight, I returned our elf to our kitchen, giving him a place of honor on the new windowsill over our kitchen sink. In the two years that he sat above our old electric range, he never lifted a finger to help. I know he sometimes comes to life at night, as I have on several occasions found him the next morning face-down beside the cats’ scratching pad.
It’s hard to find good elves these days.
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Or good cats!
Now I know what I want for Christmas!
Bet he really likes the fancy sink fitting. Who wouldn’t?
Maybe he was elf-napped. You know how cats love elves. Or maybe elves need their own scratch pads. Who knows?
Now I know what I can give Melanie for Christmas! And the original elf may still be on the counter on Hilshire Green but he seems to have lost his power there, so maybe he needs to move to a new home.