You might find it odd that I, a grownup, am enchanted with elves. I even have a place under the stairs of my cottage we call The Elfery. It’s where the elves first arrive when they visit me. I guess you’d say it’s kind of a portal from their home in Glimmer Glen to mine.
If it hadn't been for my nephew, Tad, and niece, Rachel, The Elfery and the visits from the elves might never have happened. And if those children were to stop visiting me, I suspect the elves might too. Fun and magic are special gifts that children bring into this world.
Wishing you all fun and magic,
I love to visit Aunt Linda’s cottage. She has a magical space under her stairs we call The Elfery. In the beginning though, we didn’t know it was magical. I just thought it would be fun to take some of Auntie’s childhood playthings and put them in that little room. She and I set up the chairs and her little round table, the doll bed and the dishes. Then we dressed the dolls and sat them up in the chairs for a tea party. Aunt Linda said it made her feel like a kid again.
I’ll let Tad tell you how we discovered that the Glimmer Glen Elves have fun in The Elfery too. I’ll just say that when I go in that little room, I can usually tell when the elves are watching me. The lights around the room seem to flicker like fireflies, the pretend clock seems to tick, and sometimes, I see the outline of an elf in the wallpaper.
Although the elves can be rascally sometimes…doing things like stealing our socks and leaving crumbs scattered about…deep down they are kind. For instance, when I have trouble sleeping, they carry me off to dreamland with their songs. I hope you’ll have the chance to know the elves yourself some day.
Happy elf-discovery to you,
I thought my cousin, Rachel, was just doing her girl thing. She had talked our Aunt Linda into making the little space under her stairs into a playhouse. It wasn’t until the morning we were making cornmeal pancakes together that I saw things differently. You know how those dibs and dabs of batter become tiny pancakes on the griddle? Well, Rachel got the idea of putting them on a little plate.
“Let’s close our eyes and count to five and see what happens,” she suggested.
So we closed our eyes and counted. “One, two, three, four, five!” When we opened them, the pancakes were gone! Only a few crumbs were left. We were so surprised, none of us said anything for a minute or two.
“Which one of you took the pancakes?” Aunt Linda finally asked.
“It wasn’t me!” Rachel said.
“Don’t look at me!” I said. “But look at this.” I pointed to some funny-looking footprints leading from the kitchen table.
We jumped up and followed them to…can you guess?…the little room under the stairs. There we discovered a new plaque by the door.
“The Elfery,” we read together.
Rachel opened the door. On the little table was a card. “Thanks for the pancakes! And thanks for The Elfery, too.” it read. It was signed, “The Glimmer Glen Elves.” That was the day we started our amazing friendship with the elves. There are many more stories to be told, but we’ll save those for another time.