“Harrumph!” was the greeting that Queenie e-blasted the MySweetCharity elves this morning. It seems that the promised January-month off was just that — “Off!”
Since returning from her whirlwind tour of friends’ castles, Queenie discovered a tsunami of events were taking place within days and she was nary with assistance. Shoot! The old gal didn’t even know how to work the Keurig.
Immediately, she demanded all elves return to headquarters.
It wasn’t pretty. The elves that had been playing in the Caribbean were the worst. It seems that elves do not tan like “normal folk.” When they’re out in the sun, their skin looks more like a Graham Cracker.
Then there were the elves who had taken off with Santa Claus’s staff. They had been ho-ho-ing so much their toes had uncurled and couldn’t fit in their shoes.
Luckily, the elves that had fed the church mice were fine as fiddles and ready to take on any task.
Queenie, on the other hand, suffered the vapors. Luckily, her doctor was on hand and prescribed double doses of smores, dark chocolate caramels and a foot massage daily.
OMG! If you thought 2012 was something, wait til you see 2013.