Holiday Helpers
We all play the parts perfectly. Oscar-worthy really. My daughters (13 and 11) shuffle around the house excitedly until he is found. They call out for me and I come either blinky-eyed on the weekend mornings or fairly distracted weekday morning while I finish slipping in my earrings. “Max came” they will cry out. “What? Where is he? What did he do last night?” And repeat until Christmas Day. Max the Elf is at mom’s house. Chippy, recently more grown up and now called Charles, is at dad’s house. Max is loving. Chippy is mischievous. Max thoughtfully brings little Christmas
