Just a quick Christmas note to wish you and yours a very merry Festivus and to report my most favoritest piece I’ve ever written was pick up by BlogHer yesterday. It was my first piece published on The Huffington Post, and although it ran a few years ago, I think it’s going to become a holiday tradition to replay it every year. Because it really is the sweetest Christmas story ever told. I’m not just saying that because I wrote it. I really had nothing to do with it. I merely transcribed what I overheard one night when I noticed a murmur coming from the other room, and I tip toed over to listen. What I heard was a conversation between Crazy and our Elf on the Shelf.
Although I once despised that smarmy-looking, little Sprite, after that night everything changed between me and the Elf. Standing in the darkened hallway that night I witnessed the true meaning of Christmas, and the lesson came to me from a 9-year-old boy.
If you missed it or need a little reminder go on over and take a look. It’s guaranteed to melt even the most hardened hearts. After all, it melted mine.