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Aiden: Daddy, what do elves do?
Me: Well, elves aren’t really real. They’re just part of your imagination. They’re pretend.
Aiden: (pauses)Well, Santa’s an elf. Is he real?
Me: Uhhh…
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Howdy. I'm Matt. My wife, Christy, and I have four kids and two dogs, I'm passionate about orphan care. I'm a die-hard fan of the Evansville Aces, the Indiana Hoosiers, and Star Wars. I'm trying to live life by the Todd family motto: "It behooves us to live!"
Oh, I thought you meant fairy tale elves. They died out in the war of 1812. They were allergic to gun powder. Santa is a “super elf” breed. He’s completely different. He can withstand anything. He’s kind of like a cockraoch in that way. A nice cockraoch whose lap you want to sit on.
That’s actually very similar to what I said. I didn’t say anything about the War of 1812 or being a cockroach, but I made a distinction between “imaginary” elves and Santa Claus, or something like that.
I didn’t know they died in the War of 1812…interesting. 8{)}
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Since when is Santa an elf? If he is I’ll eat my hat.
Signed,
Older and Wiser
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Can’t really tell him that, though. He is an elf, after all. He’s a “right jolly old elf.”
Do I have to eat my hat, or do you? 8{)}