Flea

Flea fly.

Flea, fly, flow.

Fleestay!

Oh wait, I'm not talking about the song. (Although that is fun too. I'll have to get Mommy to take a video of me singing with Daddy)... "Oh, no no no, not the fleestay!"

Back to Flea. Flea is my elf. Santa sent him to our family this week. I came downstairs on Monday morning and found this!

My clever little elf put up the Christmas tree as a surprise for me! He watches us every day and then (using his elf magic) flies to the North Pole each night to report back to Santa. Each morning when I wake up I go looking for him, because he lands in a different spot of course. This morning he brought me a special gingerbread man cookie from Mrs. Claus! (He must have told Santa what a good job I have been doing eating my vegetables).

Having an elf is awesome.

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[grammie]

Mommy told me you ate all your asparagus the other night ~ I am so proud of you, and I'll bet Santa is too! You are a lucky little angel to have your very own elf ... where was he hiding this morning??