Our elves showed up last night. (Well actually this morning. Early. Don’t ask me how I know.) We have Christopher PopinKins, whom my Mama gave us years ago. He doesn’t do anything really naughty. He just leaves at night and goes to the North Pole to file his report, and then the adventure is finding where he is hiding the next morning. Last year, three kindness elves flew in from England, and we enjoyed reading their daily notes on how to share a smile or offer a kindness each day. It helped us focus on giving and not as much on the getting, which made for a lovely Advent and Christmas.
It was funny to me that my littles searched high and low for the elves yesterday morning, what with it being December 1st and all. I didn’t know we were on a set schedule, but I stand corrected. Our Princess was so concerned last night that she made up a little bed for the three smaller elves just in case, like the one she had set up last year. So of course, she was certain that’s why they didn’t come until today. They were waiting on their bed.
I am also finding it very precious that she keeps calling the “Kindness Elves” the “Goodness Elves.” It is good to be kind, isn’t it? And kind to be good? Out of the mouths of babes.
What really surprised me–and yet, maybe not so much–is that my sweet girl–yes she’s 11 now, found the cupcake eraser favors we had tucked away, and she set them out for a tea party for the little elves, complete with furniture from my fairy garden. Well.
The magic is still very real for her. I wondered if it would be. And I’m so thankful to find that it is.
May it ever be so.
Love and a healthy bit of wonder at the magic to all.