My Crypting Elf

My Crypting Elf desperately wanted a bag of flour that they would occasionally put on his head. This seems a strange undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Elf, who felt that this idea was out of this world. Bizarrely, a bag of flour was the chosen item.

My Crypting Elf desperately searched for a spade that they would often drop. This seems to be a fairly curious thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Elf, who had decided it was entertaining. A spade would be the chosen thing.

My Crypting Elf craved for a ball that they would often hug. It might be a bizarre approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Elf, who felt that this idea is magnificent. A ball being the chosen item.

My Crypting Elf desperately looked for a set of lego that they would smash. One might find this to be a fairly surprising proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Elf, who thought that it was in fact, miraculous. Who would have thought, a set of lego is the item to opt for.

My Crypting Elf needed a custard pie that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. It was a new undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Elf, who had decided that it was in fact, sublime. Who would have imagined, a custard pie would be the thing that was selected.

My Crypting Elf often carried a hat that they would occasionally drop. This seems an original thought, to you and me, but not to the Elf, who had decided that this idea was the most awesome idea. Honestly, a hat of all things.