The Elf

I woke up this morning and realized it was December 1. I was so excited. I felt young and alive and Christmasy. Santa Claus is coming to town! I curled up in my covers and pillows and thought about all the wonderful things that are going to happen between now and the new year. Crank up the Christmas carols. Turn on the lights. Trim the tree. Bake the cookies. Shop til you drop. DIET. BUDGET. ORGANIZE.  CLEAN. DECORATE. 

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And then I heard something out in the living room; no, maybe the dining room. Mice!! Or one really loud rat. 

By this time Winston had to go outside. So I opened the sliding glass doors and released him to his wild side. I turned and there she was. A tiny elf. Sitting in the middle of my dining room table surrounded by genealogy papers and research. 

She just looked at me and said" Are you ready? it is Christmas and we have some presents to deliver." I had no idea what she meant, but I had a feeling that I was about to find out.

She politely introduced herself and said she is called by the name of Geni. She said she knows my family and she knows if they have been naughty or nice. 

Oh Deer!!