We've Been Elfed!

Well, it's happened. An elf has proclaimed himself as our own. He showed up yesterday. We read a book, The Elf on the Shelf, and he has been dubbed "Secret Elf."

This little guy seems to be a perfect match for our family. In true "Pyatt Boy" fashion, he got bored and found a way to keep himself busy, though somewhat mischievous. He was found this morning with our Halloween candy strewn all over the island and empty wrappers left behind. Morgan even caught him red-handed with a twizzler in his hands.

....and just like my boys, he seems to have a sweet, tender heart. He left a note written in the tiniest little print. Here's what it said...

"Is Christmas at my gradma's house? Is Christmas at the mall?
Is Christmas underneath a tree Decked out with colored balls?"

"Is Christmas at the North Pole? Can you get there in a sleigh?
I know it must be somewhere. Does somebody know the way?"

"I know the way to Christmas. And I'm glad to tell you, too.
The way, you see, is not a "where." The way is really "Who."

"God gave a precious gift to us On that first Christmas Day.
God opened up the gates of heaven, and Jesus is the Way!"