I'm especially not fond of all of them happening at the time.
Of course there are some rather nice parts of the Christmas season too. This blog entry is about one of those wonderful parts.
My Anna is at an age where she knows that Santa isn’t “real,” but isn't 100% sure that she really knows what she thinks she knows. We had an interesting conversation about that very subject one day while walking through Hobby Lobby (yeah, I just said that I don't like shopping, but Hobby Lobby trips are different. Hobby Lobby is a wonderland.)
It all started over an elf. Y Last year, we had visits from an official “Elf on the Shelf." This year Anna decided that she wanted a GIRL elf. She found one at Hobby Lobby and wondered if the doll could somehow become a real elf. She caught the words just after they came out of her mouth and quickly reminded me that she was quite sure that there was no such thing as a real elf...but just in case there was...well, maybe there was a way for Santa (who, she pointed out, is also not real) to somehow make the girl elf... that she found on the shelf) just as magical as the
At that point, my confusion took over and I asked her why it mattered? She patiently educated me. You see, it doesn’t matter if Santa or elves are real. It’s just fun to pretend that they are.
Our "From the Store Shelf" elf was dubbed Petunia and it was decided that she would become a true Santa Elf, with full elf powers beginning on the Sunday after Thanksgiving and remain so until Christmas Eve.
Petunia wasn't nearly as naughty as certain other elves that I've seen pictures of, but she did have a few adventures.
On her very first night, she fueled up for fun. Then she took things easy for a while, hanging paper chain loop decorations and candy canes from various odd places.
She colored a picture and left a blank one for Anna.
Here it may look as though her artistic skills increased...and maybe that is what she told her little monkey pal (that Anna gave her) but we weren't fooled. The artist that painted that particular scene is my oldest daughter.
Marshmallow snowmen races!
What do you do with leftover marshmallows? Roast them over a campfire of course. Since she choose to build her "fire" on my stove, I was unable to cook that day. Yes, it was a terrible hardship.
Anna found Petunia reading to monkey and nutcracker.
Oh no! The night after Anna was dx'd with the flu, monkey apparently caught it too. Luckily Petunia knew just what to do!
On the night before Christmas Eve, Petunia built a graham cracker house and then put another together for Anna to decorate.
And here is Anna's finished graham cracker church. She told me that she wanted to turn it into a church so that Santa would see that she remembered that it was Jesus' birthday.