A 47 Year Old Elf & I Wish You A Merry Christmas!
As with many of you I love this season as much now as I did when I was a child. No matter what time of year it is if I happen to hear a clip of Christmas music it goes right through me literally taking my breath away as it transports me back to my youth and that wonderful feeling that only this holiday seems to evoke.
I’ve had this little guy for many, many years. My parents gave him to me for Christmas when I was a child. The first photo I can find with him in it is from 1967 (seen below). So he’s at least 47 years old. When I grew up and married he came with me and has held a place in my own families Christmas decor ever since, perching in our tree or some other place of honor every year reminding me of my childhood Christmases. These are some of the most magical memories I have thanks to my parents who helped make it so. They even purchased a cardboard fireplace to add to the holiday spirit. (We lived in Arizona so fireplaces were a rare commodity.)
I named him “Kris Kringle” when I first got him and have always called him that. I know that title is one of Santa’s aliases but it just seemed to fit my little elf. Though worn and bedraggled with his beard glued on in places and his seams coming apart he’s still my favorite Christmas item and will adorn my home every year for as long as I’m here to celebrate the holiday.
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Me, Age 9, and Kris Sitting in our Tree. Our cardboard fireplace with Kris perched on top.
I love how detailed his face is and his laugh lines.