Grandpa smiled, his eyes twinkled with that look of mischief that he had about him. He shifted me on his knee & continued his story. He said, that just as daybreak would appear, the elves would mysteriously vanish into thin air just as suddenly as they had appeared, their work completed for another night. So, one night I decided to find out for myself as to whether the stories he had told were true or if he had made them up just to amuse me.
My teeth were chattering & I had icicles hanging off my toenails but I was determined to stay. I watched through droopy eyes to see if I could catch a glimpse of the little people as the did their dance with tiny buckets in hand.
" Where were they?" I had become so tired & drenched through with cold that finally I had to give up in despair. Disappointment haunted me like a plague as I inched my way back toward the house.
The sun was beginning to show its face with a big yawn, as if to say, " Good morning to ya." I'm afraid though that it wasn't to be a good day for me, for there stood mama with a look of righteous indignation on her face like I've never seen before. You've heard of people being hopping mad? Well, that's nothing compared to the look I was getting no matter how innocent I tried to appear. I knew I was in for it as I silently marched past mama & straight to my room where I'd await the final judgement.