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Chris T. Mas

This is our elf's name. He doesn't look like that horrid elf in a red one piece outfit with white starburst neckline though. Ours is much cuter. Curly blonde hair, stripped stockings, red coat with bells on his shoes.

I haven't moved him for 3 days now. I told my kids he must be depressed from not having snow. Can an elf get depressed? And should I tell my kids that we have to get him an anti-depressant? (I can see it now, the depressed elf on a shelf, comes with his own prescription drugs.)

Part of me can't wait until they are old enough to place him around the house themselves and turn it into a family tradition of finding him. I bet they would be really creative with what he gets into. I haven't been too creative this year, just the typical sprawled out on the counter because he overdosed on christmas cookies, crumbs surrounding him. There must be a pattern here, cookies, depression, prescriptions. Would it be wrong to put him with an empty beer bottle one morning? maybe place him on the floor by the toilet. Hmmm, I guess maybe that wouldn't be a good idea. (speaking of beer, you have to try the 12 dogs of christmas. Great brew)

Our poor Chris T. Mas will be in rehab by the time he goes back to the north pole this year. Does that make me naughty? Will I get a lump of coal for this?

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