Long before I ever heard about "The Elf on the Self" (which was last year...not exaggerating), I had this little guy. He's nearly the only thing that has survived many, many moves as a child and the test of time. I love him. I do. My tree ornaments are silver and then there's this green guy who sticks out, and I love it! My brother had a red one while we were growing up. Somewhere along the way his little elf got lost. Through the years he's stolen my green elf and thought it was funny. I didn't. Honestly, I couldn't even be a good sport about it.
I can't help but feel that I need to wrap up my guy and give it to my brother in the name of sacrifice and all because I know his meant a lot to him as well. I expressed to my daughter my feelings to which she said, "Not the elf! He's special, we all love him. You can't give him to Dave!" I didn't realize that he meant something to someone other than me. That changed things....but I still feel guilty that I have one and David doesn't. Maybe we can do joint custody. I'll think about it.
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