There is an infestation at my house. Of Elves. Christmas Elves . The big ones are quite naughty.They don't listen. They like their picture taken. They bake in the middle of the night.
Hansel and Gretel have been traumatized by several attempts to stir them into cake batter.
Just when you're about to have company for tea, you hear giggling shrieks . From outside.
The elves have escaped. Barbie tries to reign them in. To no avail. They like to be daredevils.
Even the cats are not amused. Smokey watches from the door. And cannot believe what he sees.
The elves try to run Barbie over . Barbie doesn't want her hair ruined.
The antique train runs out of power. Luckily she escapes.
Unfortunately, not even Bo is immune to their taunting. Every night they tease her. She chews on their hats. Trying to get them to go away. They are unflagged, and giggle with elfish glee.
During carols, the elves like to sit inside the piano and pull at the strings.
They like the music to be out of tune.
Bunny is not amused either. It is safer up on the footstool. Bo is exhuasted .
In the end, Barbie teaches the elves a lesson. She pulls them to the edge of the retaining wall. Elves don't like jumping off of heights. They promise to be good. They promise to sit in their candle bowl right through Christmas. I can hear giggling........
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