Frostin, our beloved elf, is back from the North pole! He keeps tabs on us and reports back to Santa each night telling him if we've been bad or good. When he comes back from his nightly meetings with Santa, he hides in a different place somewhere in the house and we have to find him. It's so much fun - and we walk around the house each morning yelling, "Frostin - where are you boy? Come here boy!". Mommy has to remind us he's a magical elf and not the family dog. Welcome back, Frostin!
1 comment:
You did that on purpose!! And you know what I mean. ;)
That is completely hilarious.
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