"The elf uses magic," the kids said with delight. "He moves by himself in the deep of the night". "Oh goody," we said. "That's really quite fun, we thought he might be a pain in the bum!"
The first week went off without a hitch. The elf got into the lollies and tried to catch fish, a small fishing rod, made from a stick and a line down the sinkhole that did the trick!
He spent one of the nights climbing right up the tree, all the way to the top like a star in the breeze. Made friends with a teddy, he was having such fun, but enter the work Christmas drinks and a small touch of rum.
It wasn't the elf, that had a wee tipple, but something about it made his hiding skills triple. And on that fateful night the elf departed his perch, now this elf hunting family is left in the lurch.
We've looked upon the shelf, and under the seat, behind the couch pillows beneath the dog's feet, we've looked out in the garden, perhaps he wanted fresh air and when we looked in the bathroom he wasn't in there.
So if anyone knows, or can lend a hand, he's not made a trip back to magical land. Where would an elf go Christmas party night? Cause right now he's hidden right out of sight! _ Adam Green
