In the 60s and 70s, every house had an elf amongst the Christmas decorations, right?
We had two, I think. My brother might say there were three. No matter the number, I always loved those elves.
My friend Janet, who owns The Empty Nest, recently acquired a bunch of vintage elves. She said that someone asked how the elves can be vintage when they were made in Japan. Because everyone knows that vintage = antique and all antiques were made in America. Right?
Anyway, today, on my way to dinner, I took a few of those elves off of Janet’s hands.
They’re silly things, really, but they made me smile. And that felt good. Smiles have been a bit rare around here lately.
Once I started smiling, I sorta got carried away. What better way to kill time waiting for food than playing with my new-to-me elves?
And since nearby diners seemed to enjoy my elves’ antics, I thought you might, too.
A not to be named member of the Warrenton Town Council was a bit perplexed by the elves’ antics.
But I bet even she would agree that The Elf on the Shelf has nothing on these old guys.