We read the book about the elf that lives in our home. He looks over the children and reports to Santa at night and comes back in the morning in a different spot in the house. If touched the elf looses his magic. I loved watching the children get more and more excited about this Alfie (named by them). They started searching the house for Santa's helper. They were sure he lived in the Christmas tree and even said they could see a small red light about the size of dime hiding in the branches and was sure it was him. I loved that their imagination saw him in the tree! That is how big children's imaginations are, they can see things that aren't there! Eventually they spotted the real elf in his red suit, sitting on the window sill.
He was the object of much speculation. Zoe my eldest who has decided this year she is a non-believer of Santa Claus really had lots of questions and was the most curious. She really wants to believe and I don't blame her. She asked many questions and really wanted to touch him. I still remember when and miss those days when her daily dress was dress up clothes. I love watching her grow and at the same time I want her to keep her magical fairiness.
This morning the elf made his way into our felted stocking, hanging in the entryway. I love catching the children looking up at him!
Things are starting to look more like Christmas around here. That feeling is in the air. As much as I have an issue with the commercial aspect of this season I definitely love the magic!