My Nervous Elf

My Nervous Elf desperately wanted a little monkey to play with. It would have been a fairly bizarre thing to do, to me and my husband, but not to the Elf, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a little monkey of all things.

My Nervous Elf desperately needed a custard pie that they would sometimes demolish. It should be a fairly funny approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie is the thing to opt for.

My Nervous Elf always had with them a helmet that they would often demolish. It is a fairly extraordinary operation, to many, but not to the Elf, who thinks that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a helmet is the thing to choose.

My Nervous Elf always carried a rubber chicken that they liked to insert somewhere. This is certainly a fairly different proposal, to me, but not to the Elf, who had decided that it was in fact, miraculous. Remarkably, a rubber chicken being the thing selected.

My Nervous Elf wanted a stapler to smash. It would be a fairly original undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Elf, who expected that this idea is magnificent. Remarkably, a stapler is the thing to choose.

My Nervous Elf desperately searched for a bottle of beer that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might be an exciting exercise, to some, but not to the Elf, who had decided that this idea was awe-inspring. A bottle of beer was the thing that was chosen.