Ever since my younger person was little my family had a Christmas tradition. As soon as the tree went up a special visitor came to their house every night. That visitor was the Christmas Elf. The elf would leave candy for my younger person in special containers under the Christmas tree. A couple days before Christmas the elf would even leave some small gifts.
My younger person used to look forward to getting up in the morning and checking to see what the Christmas Elf had brought him. It was kind of like a mini Christmas.
That all changed when I came to live here. I’d been here for several months before Christmas finally came around so I was pretty much part of the family by then. Well, they put the tree up and that night the Christmas Elf showed up. There were chocolates here and there under the tree. They smelled so good and since they were left where I could reach them I figured they must be for me – so I ate them. Mmmmm delicious!
The next day I didn’t feel so good and my person noticed that all the candy was missing. I didn’t get in much trouble because my person figured the natural consequences of my actions were punishment enough (What did I just say? I was sick and that was bad enough.)
I was never tempted by chocolate again so I guess you could say I learned my lesson. Actually, I’d probably gobble it right up if I ever found any chocolate, but that was the last time the Christmas Elf ever came to our house. I’m not sure where he went, but it isn’t here.
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