My Anxious Elf

My Anxious Elf desperately craved for a vibrator that they liked to smash. It might have been a funny action, to my grandpa, but not to the Elf, who thinks that this idea is awe-inspring. Remarkably, a vibrator of all things.

My Anxious Elf often carried a set square to play with. One might find this to be a surprising suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Elf, who assumed that the idea was simply life. A set square being the thing opted for.

My Anxious Elf always carried a bottle of wine that they would often hug. It should have been a strange action, to me and my husband, but not to the Elf, who felt that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a bottle of wine was the chosen thing.

My Anxious Elf desperately desired a bat that they liked to sit and look at. It would have been a fairly original action, to you and me, but not to the Elf, who expected that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a bat is the thing that was chosen.

My Anxious Elf needed a pint of cider that they would occasionally experiment on. This might appear to be a fairly funny approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Elf, who assumed that it was in fact, wonderful. Strangely, a pint of cider is the item that was chosen.

My Anxious Elf desperately searched for a bag of poop that they liked to rub on his belly. This is certainly a fairly funny action, to me and my children, but not to the Elf, who felt that it was in fact, exciting. Who would have imagined, a bag of poop is the thing to select.