MSC Holiday Plans: Elves Hunkering Down With Relatives; Elder Elf Holding Down The Fort; Queenie Having Her Wrinkles Ironed


With Santa preparing to make his rounds and spanxing his way down chimneys throughout the land, the MySweetCharity elves have put together their annual holiday playlist that will kick off Christmas Eve.

The elves themselves will be joining their relatives (faeries, leprechauns, pixies, sprites and brownies) for their holiday celebration at the North Pole. Since Mr. and Mrs. Claus are going to be on the sunny beaches of David Copperfield’s Musha Cay, the North Pole elves will be in charge of the festivities. They’ve already put everyone on noticed that cellphones are be left at the front door, so there will be no distractions.

After playing “Pin the Horn on the Unicorn,” “Blindman’s Mistletoe” and “Invisible Jenga,” all will settle down to a revolving round table for a feast of s’mores, cotton candy and cocoa. The nectar provided by British Black honeybee queen will only be available to those guests who are older than the hills.

As they head for bed, they will find personalized footed jammies lined in Shea butter, duvets filled with down donated by Queen Elizabeth II’s swans and pillows that play tunes guaranteed to create sweet dreams.

As for Queenie, she’ll return to her age-fighting cocoon and grumble about the week only having seven days. She’s still lobbying for an eight-day week and a 30-hour day.

But if something happens that affects the MSC community, not to worry. Elder Elf volunteered to stay at the headquarters just in case any news breaks. He did make one request — “Because we have had so many losses and discord this year, I hope this song will make us all appreciate our blessings.”


The Great Girl Scout Cookie Debate Nearly Results In An Elf Brawl

The debates have not ended! The MySweetCharity espresso barroom was the scene of a near brawl this afternoon. With her eminence Queenie sitting on her throne as judge, she listened to two teams of elves argue, complain and decry the lack of knowledge of the other group. At one point it got so ugly that one debater stuck his purple tongue out.

Girl Scout S’more*

Girl Scout Samoa*

The subject? Which Girl Scout cookies were better — old favorite Samoas (aka Caramel Delites) or the new cookie on the block S’mores? The S’mores team argued that there are S’mores and then there are S’Mores. The Samoas group claimed the other side was nuts not to love the coconut-laden Samoas.

Girl Scout Thin Mint*

At one point it got so ugly that one debater stuck his … that’s right … purple tongue out. Queenie had had enough and ordered a time out. After 10 minutes Elder Elf notified the old gal that it hadn’t worked. In fact the elf gallery was now complaining that both sides were wrong. Thin Mints topped the other two and they were staging a protest in front of the MSC headquarters.

Making a Solomon decision, Queenie told Elder, “Get me a crate of each and I shall make the final decision.”

Elder sought the request here to provide Queenie with crates of cookies. One can only suspect that Queenie’s New Year’s resolution of losing that 50 pounds was history, as she waddled to her chambers with a wheelbarrel filled with the boxes of cookies.

But don’t wait to learn Queenie’s decision. The Girl Scouts are officially kicking off sale of the cookies (Girls Scouts S’more, Thin Mints, Caramel deLites/Samoas, Peanut Butter Patties/Tagalongs, Shortbread/Trefoils, Do-si-Dos/Peanut Butter Sandwich, Lemonades, Savannah Smiles, Thanks-A-Lot, Toffee-tastic and Trios) on Friday. They (the cookies, not the Scouts) can be ordered directly from a Scout or online.

Girl Scout cookie sales*

And look to downtown Dallas Friday night for dazzling signs of the great cookie takeover. The Bank of America Plaza will shine green and white; One Arts Place’s unique green square will dazzle; and the Omni Dallas Hotel will feature “the Girl Scout logo in green displaying the message, ‘Cookie Time.’”  

* Photos provided by the Girl Scouts

Queenie Has Her Own Version Of Voting Requirements



As Queenie arrived with her usual pomp-and-ho-hum, Elder Elf approached her. Gingerly, he asked, “Ma’am, did you know that early voting has gotten underway today?”

With head raised (this time it didn’t hit the ceiling), she nodded just slightly so that her tiara would not go askew.

Daring to broach the issue, Elder queried, “As you probably know, there have been some new requirements about voting. I just wanted to review them with you. Here they are:”

A voter who has not been issued a driver’s license or social security number may register to vote, but such voter must submit proof of identification when presenting himself/herself for voting or with his/her mail-in ballots, if voting by mail. These voters’ names are flagged on the official voter registration list with the annotation of “ID.” The “ID” notation instructs the poll worker to request a proper form of identification from these voters when they present themselves for voting, unless they are a voter with a permanent exemption on the voter registration certificate. The voter must present one of the seven (7) acceptable forms of identification:

  • Texas driver license issued by the Texas Department of Public Safety (DPS)
  • Texas Election Identification Certificate issued by DPS
  • Texas personal identification card issued by DPS
  • Texas concealed handgun license issued by DPS
  • United States military identification card containing the person’s photograph
  • United States citizenship certificate containing the person’s photograph
  • United States passport

Putting on her monocle, Queenie reviewed the list and dismissed it, saying, “I have far better credentials than these.”

Raising his scraggly eyebrows, Elder said, “Please share with us your references, so that we can recommend them to the authorities.”

With nose raised high, Queenie reported that she had had the obstetrician who delivered her provide a notarized statement saying that she was indeed born in the United States with photos of the delivery.

Shaking his head, Elder didn’t have the heart to suggest that might not work. Instead he dared to ask, “May I be so bold to ask for whom you are voting?”

Expressing a slight look of shock (her latest shot of Botox had not settled in yet), Queenie responded, “As my dear Queen Mummy told me when I was a little Queenie-in-training, ‘One must never discuss sex, politics, religion or one’s plastic surgeon.’”

April Is Going To Be Gangbusters, So Fasten Your Seat Belts



Having just emerged from her wrinkle-remover chamber, Queenie arrived at MySweetCharity headquarters to find not an elf in sight. This simply couldn’t be. After all, MSC elves have no life outside MSC. Clearing her throat, nothing happened. Hmm, that usually gets results.

She announced, “The last elf to appear will have lunch with me today.” With that, all elves popped up. No one wanted to be the last one.

Beckoning Elder Elf over, Queenie raised her perfectly engineered right eyebrow and asked, “So, what’s up?”

Trembling, Elder stammered trying to speak. Queenie harrumphed, “Enough with the theatrics. Just put a subject and verb together and tell me exactly what’s the problem. Was the croissant delivery late?”

Elder straightened up and said, “It’s April.”

Queenie wasn’t getting it. She replied, “So? It usually follows March.”

Elder explained that due to the area spring breaks taking place throughout March, nonprofits had moved their usual March events to April. Thus, April had become overloaded with fundraising activities.

From the gleeful look on her face, Queenie still didn’t get it. “Oh, just think of all the fun there’ll be had in April. Lunches, cocktail parties, dinners, lectures, patron parties, announcement receptions, check presentations! Loads and loads of opportunities to raise money for nonprofits. I simply can’t wait to see Tim, Hoda, Goldie, Martin, Amal, Tommy, Brene and the rest! I wonder if I’ll have time to get away for Elizabeth’s private birthday party?”

With all that name dropping, Elder realized that a reality check was necessary at this point. “Ma’am, you really need to look at the MySweetCharity Calendar. The Calendar elves are being treated for finger bruising from posting all the events. The other elves are hyperventilating at how all these activities are going to be handled.”

With that Queenie put on her reading glasses and pulled up the April calendar. With eyes bulging out, her head started spinning like a hula hoop. She returned to her wrinkle-remover chamber.

MySweetMusic For Christmas 2015 – Part 2

An inquiry came into MySweetCharity headquarters if Tinkerbell would be partying with the MSC elves over the holidays. Sorry to report that after taking a survey of her finest looking friends, Tink opted to go in for a two-fer “refreshing” — a wing lift and fairy dust injections.

Back to the music of the season, here you go!

MySweetMusic For Christmas 2015 – Part 1

Tis Christmas Eve and time to prepare for Santa to make his rounds and try to squeeze down chimneys throughout the land.

The MySweetCharity elves have saddled their unicorns and taken off for the starry land of Wynken, Blynken and Nod to join their North Pole cousins. Word has it that once again Mrs. Claus has been working for days to prepare one of her wonderful feast for all. At the table, Santa will tell of all the households he saw and toys he delivered.

After the last story is told, all will waddle off to their trundle beds and snooze away under down duvets. However, the tree sprites will have to have their own accommodations because they glow when they snooze.

But before the MSC elves left, one wee elf was left behind to monitor any news that might break. They also arranged for the MySweetCharity world to have music to celebrate the good of the world and to set aside at least a few hours the strifes and cares of the world.

Check back through the next day for new music like

MySweetCharity’s Queenie Discovers Wondrous Things On Thanksgiving

Opening the doors to the main brain room of MySweetCharity headquarters, Queenie was filled with lifted nose and closed eyes this morning. For just a moment, she looked like Julie Andrews on top of the mountain. To the amazement of old and new, Queenie was happy.

Elder Elf approached her trying not to break the moment saying, “Your wondrous one, what has pleased you on this day?”

He was a tad bit worried since the elf staffing was on a holiday schedule and she might have noticed a shortage of short ones.

Like Scarlett O’Hara charming the Tarlton twins, she sashayed her way to her throne adjusting her newest tiara. Looking at Elder, she said, “I must confess today didn’t start out as I had planned. A distant, health-conscious cousin invited me to something called ‘The Turkey Trot,’ and you know how passionate I am about animals. Well, it turned out to be masses of people in T-shirts, shorts and running shoes. There wasn’t a gobbler in sight.”

Elder asked, “Did you take part in the run?”

Narrowing her overly-surgically-enhanced eyes Queenie said, “Heavens, no! I found my way back to MySweetCharity headquarters and took a wrong way down a hallway I had never seen. At the end of the passage, I discovered the most amazing site since Howard Carter discovered King Tut’s tomb. There was this room with so many wondrous things. And as if that wasn’t enough, there were the most amazing aromas arising from this room.”

As Queenie went into one of her mind-wandering periods, Elder and the vet elves gave each other the slinky eye.

Elder asked, “What was so amazing about this room?”

Queenie with closed eyes reliving the moment and head tilted to sky above recalled, “There were cabinets in which you could put bowls and they would come out in seconds with the most aromatic scents. When you plunged your spoon into the containers, the results were tantalizing. There was another shelf that produced buttery croissants and succulent delicacies like apple lattice and sweet potato pies that bubbled. Across the room was this huge cupboard. When I opened it, there were all types of frozen custards!”

No one had the heart to tell Queenie that she had discovered the MySweetCharity kitchen with its microwaves, ovens and Sub-Zero.

Have a happy and safe food-fest with friends, families and favorite critters.

Round Robin October 14 Part II: Champion Of Children Award And Les Femmes Du Monde Woman Of The Year Dinners

One of the MySweetCharity elves was so weary s/he missed these two events that were supposed to be posted with the October 14th Round Robin. The elf is taking some time off…an hour to be exact to catch up on their sleep needs. In the meantime, check out what Les Femmes Du Monde and Dallas CASA folks were doing the evening of Wednesday, October 14.

Champion of Children Award Dinner

Jerry and Gene Jones and Kathleen and Michael LaValle*

Jerry and Gene Jones and Kathleen and Michael LaValle*

Over at the Fairmont Dallas, the excitement was palpable at the jam-packed reception before Dallas CASA’s big annual fundraising dinner. AT&T Chairman and CEO Randall Stephenson was making a rare public appearance, shaking hands and mingling with the crowd. Not far away, the Dallas Cowboys’ First Couple Gene and Jerry Jones were doing the same. All around them were guests like Event Co-Chairs Jana and Mike Brosin, Jan and Trevor Rees-Jones, Christie Carter and Caroline Rose Hunt. Also spotted: Cortland Grynwald, lead co-chair of Attorneys Serving the Community, which named Dallas CASA its 2015-2016 beneficiary.

Jan and Trevor Rees-Jones*

Jan and Trevor Rees-Jones*

Greg May and Randall Stephenson*

Greg May and Randall Stephenson*

Dallas CASA president and executive director Kathleen LaValle was saying the dinner crowd of about 550 would be the fundraiser’s biggest ever. “We’re so excited to honor AT&T,” she said. “Three of their executives are on our board, and we’re honored to be honoring them.” Dallas CASA gave its Judge Barefoot Sanders Champion of Children Award to the telecom giant at the dinner.

It also heard from Ashley Rhodes-Courter, a best-selling author whose book, Three Little Words, described her nine years in foster care. Rhodes-Courter was interviewed by Gloria Campos, the event’s honorary chair.

Les Femmes Du Monde Woman Of The Year Dinner

Across town at the Dallas Country Club, meanwhile, Realtor Virginia E. Cook was being honored as Les Femmes du Monde’s 2015 Woman of the Year. About 150 guests enjoyed dinner (Panzanella salad, Boursin chicken, Julienned vegetables, chocolate mousse) and a tastefully-done video tribute to Cook starring the likes of Herb Weitzman, Roger Staubach, Tincy Miller and Lee Kleinman.

Emcee Jody Dean kept the program moving along, delivering quips like this one about Les Femmes du Monde President Alyce Heinrich: “She asks and won’t take no for an answer. It’s like talking to a tornado,” Dean said. “A wonderful, gracious tornado.” Heinrich was ably assisted at the podium by Dinner Chair Venise Stuart, who warned before the video played: “You’re going to need tissues.”

After the SMU Stampede singers serenaded Virginia with tunes like “Blackbird” by the Beatles and “My Girl,” Heinrich took to the dance floor to cut an elaborate rug with her longtime dance instructor. “You’ve heard of ‘War and Peace’?” Alyce’s dance partner asked when the couple finally took a break. “I’m Warren Slaughter.”

* Photo credit: Lara Bierner

As MySweetCharity Elves Stress, Queenie Once Again Rises Above The Fray

When Queenie arrived at MySweetCharity headquarters this morning, she looked remarkably refreshed. As she bustled to the gourmet coffee bar, she took note of the elves busily updating the MSC yacht. In addition to not being at their traditional workstations, their little eyes were pulsating and their complexions were plaid. That only happens when elves have been stressed and/or have lacked sleep.

Narrowing her eyes and stretching out her neck to examine the situation more closely, Queenie asked Elder Elf, “Why are the elves working on the yacht instead of the day’s posts? Why do they looked so battered? And why are they wearing those gray wraps instead of their adorable TGIF outfits?”

Looking worse for wear, Elder Elf stepped away from supervising the yacht repairs and said, “Ma’am, between the past nights of lightning, thunder and flooding, I fear none of us have gotten a decent night’s sleep. It’s been so awful that they’ve had to wear ThunderShirts. Even the seahorse stables have flooded. We’re preparing the yacht for evacuation just in case, this situation continues. Obviously, you have proven once again how you can withstand such calamity. You look positively radiant.”

Instead of receiving this information with compassion and appreciation, the old girl shook her head and said, “What?”

Elder repeated his report that was once again met with a cranky look. Then she smiled and said, “Oh, wait, I forgot to take my earplugs out this morning. So, what was that you were saying, Elder?”

Elder simply smiled and returned to the yacht. Queenie left for an appointment with Annie Leibovitz to shoot Queenie’s selfie.

Help MySweetCharity Elves Skinny Up Fat Fingers

For many the holidays have officially ended and it’s back to heavy-duty keyboard pounding. While hitting the keys, check your plans for 2015. Oops! Found an event that needs to be on the MySweetCharity Calendar? Submit it!

By having it posted, you’re letting other event planners know that they might want to rethink their scheduling something that day.

It’s a free service, unless you want to dress it up with a logo and a lengthy description of the event.

Plus, you’ll be helping the MySweetCharity elves, who have finally returned to the workshop. Like many they’ve put on a tad bit of weight, especially their fingers. Seems when elves lift mugs of hot chocolate and hot shortbread, their digits fatten up. Their chubby little thumbs and fingers need to work off the weight by exercising on the keyboards.

May Your Christmas Be Filled With Music

Queenie and the MySweetCharity elves have packed their bags and are heading to Just Room Enough Island to celebrate the North Pole elves’s hardwork. They’re even expecting the Irish leprechauns, British hobbits, Mexican duendes, French faeries and other worldly whimsicals to join them. It’s going to be a grand time of lighter-than-air dancing, drinking ultra-rich cocoa and dining on delights prepared by Mrs. Claus and the Sugar Plum Fairy.

However, before Elder Elf blew out the last candle at MySweetCharity world-headquarters and put away his quill, he sent word that the elves had left behind a gift. Starting a bit after midnight, they’ve arranged to have all types of Christmas music to play during the day starting with an all-out choir and ending with a restful lullaby or two.

So, if you need some music to while away the hours, check MSC.

Merry Christmas to all and to all — thank you.

Change Of Plans: MySweetWishList Series

It seems that the elves have gotten themselves into a situation. It’s a good situation, but it also requires some adjustments. When they announced the return of MySweetWishList, they thought they’d get a couple or three wishes.

Suggestion: Do not have the elves predict any elections, guess your weight or read your palm!

Instead the wishes have been flowing in like the White Rock spillway during a thunderstorm.

Some of the requests are for itty-bitty needs that most folks take for granted. Others are a bit more substantial but their being granted would make major differences in the lives of those in need.

Because of this development, the posting of MySweetWishList is going to be ramping up starting Monday.

Just wanted you to know that sometimes it’s nice when the elves are wrong.

Following Thursday’s Storm, Queenie Recommends Celebration For MySweetCharity Elves

This morning as Queenie arrived at MySweetCharity headquarters, Elder Elf greeted her but warned her to be prepared — the elves were in shambles.

(Please recall that when MSC elves tear up, guacamole-like substance flows from their teeny tiny eyes. The place looked like Ojedas on a Friday at noon.)

When Queenie asked the reason for the overload of green stuff, Elder said, “They’re worn out and devastated. The elves’ itty bitty homes were wiped out Thursday night due to the winds.”

Queenie in her compassionate way pursed her pouty lips and asked, “Why are they upset?”

Elder, realizing that Queenie was in need of a tactful reality kick in the derriere, said, “Queenie, whose brilliance outshines the greatest star in the Milky Way, the elves’ cottages are in ruin. All is lost! ”

Looking up after admiring her highly buffed toenails, Queenie tilted her head slightly — “Pshaw! That, my dear Elder, is stuff. Was a life lost? No. So, the loss of stuff is an inconvenience, but it’s temporary, frustrating and replaceable.”

Elder did the shifty eye, as the elves looked quizzically at each other. He asked, “Oh, one who has never encountered a question without an answer, how should we proceed?”

Straightening her head so her tiara stayed in place, Queenie replied, “The elves’ houses were made of marshmallows, chocolate chips and cherries. Gather the remnants up and bring out the ice cream that has been melting in the walk-in frig. We shall have a party to celebrate our good fortune that nary a soul was lost. Afterwards we will rebuild the homes with sturdier stuff, like peppermint sticks, lollipops and peanut brittle.”

Help MySweetCharity Calendar Elves Fight Obesity

Thank heaven, you’re back at your desk! The holidays are behind us and 2014 is charging ahead. To keep the MySweetCharity Calendar elves busy, we need you to submit your events. Over the holidays, the darlings got downright plump from sitting around with nothing to do but eat sweet rolls.

Submit An Event

Submit An Event

How to have your event included? It’s simple. Just hit the “Submit An Event” link, fill out the form and hit the “Submit” button.

It’s free, unless you want to add a photo, logo and event description.

Thanks to your help, our tubby elves will be back in fundraising shape soon.