The cheeky elves Have you ever seen him anywhere? I do not and yet there has to be him. The Imp, the true would not have that Christmas is over and liked the whole year would have Christmas.
grants for hours to all the Christmas stuff again carefully wrapped in the boxes, balls, new things that one has just bought stowed especially lovely. We rush through the house, takes as a semi-dried pine twigs of the bureau, the bags are hung from the fireplace and the lights Queen Lucia allowed to sleep again until next Christmas.
You look even in the laundry room, whether , in order to make himself while washing a pleasure, has not even decorated some Christmas. But no, there is piling up and the only ironing clothes is not anything out of Christmas. Again a look at the computer, but also there is the little angel already packed away.
Well, done. The boxes are sealed, you run upstairs and downstairs to store all the boxes back in the basement or the attic, and again, one has the uncomfortable feeling and the cheeky imp is a return to the head. It must be quite small and nimble, because every time one is certain was that everything really is stored in the boxes, it must be quickly climbed into a box to a little decoration elements have rausgemopst and if he is sure that you do not see him, he hangs it up again quickly. Is it you, too?
So before the last box then also stored, again a better view in all rooms. The eyes wander past the windows, on doors, come fashions, doors, mirrors. Nothing, all gone. Confident of victory, with one off the last box. This year has outwitted the naughty Christmas elf. Nothing could take it out of the boxes and then hang up.
The next day, the great horror. It remains rooted to the spot and look to the locker key from the cupboard where all the important folders are stored. It makes the eyes and again, and it is still there. A Weihnachtsdekoteil. I could swear that yesterday it did not hang there. Has he done it yet again and outwitted us, the naughty imps. Grumbling, you go into the kitchen and gets a big knife. No, no, here we want anyone to move his body. You take the Filzsternchen, runs up the stairs and grudgingly to cut back on the box to thereby determine that the adhesive tape is still in the kitchen, and stowed the Filzsternchen to the other Christmas things. Now, finally an end to Christmas.
Have you also such a naughty Christmas elves in your house? I would be glad if you write, what with you all at once at Christmas still shows up.
I wish you a happy new year. I look forward to a beautiful new year with you bloggers. Soon there again more pictures.
Kind regards Yvette
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