You wouldn't know it from these pictures, but Elfabit Victor is exhausted.
No, really. I have it on high authority that there were a few nights where he didn't move from his shelf until mere minutes before the kids woke up.
In a blind panic, he rushed to his spot and pulled something together and two anxious kids rushed through the house to find him and the magic of Christmas and mischievous elves lives on.
Next year I have a feeling he won't be making an appearance in the Church house until well after Thanksgiving. Not until December in fact. Mid-December.
And under no circumstances will he
try to be funny by touching and/or drawing on the children themselves.
Because that completely freaks them out and crosses their boundaries and
they aren't cool with that. At all. As he learned. The hard way.
It's a good thing Christmas is tomorrow. Because now Elfabit is heading back to the North Pole where he can REST.
Sweet, sweet rest.
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