Anne thought it would be nice to start a new tradition with her two young boys, so she decided to introduce an Elf into the holiday season.
Being that she loves all things vintage – and it is, in fact, her job to find beautiful old things with charm and style – she went with an old school wooden ornament Elf.
Mistletoe the Elf delighted her children, and left notes for them each day. She was even a little lenient on the “no touching the Elf” rule when her boys wanted to take Mistletoe on a short joy ride around the kitchen on one of their toy trucks.
The following day, Mistletoe’s note mentioned that he enjoyed his ride on the truck. Next thing you know, BOOM.
One of her sons takes Mistletoe on another joy ride, and it doesn’t end well at all.
Anne jumped right in, rigging a sling for Mistletoe’s now-amputated arm until the boys went to school. Then she fixed him as quickly as she could with hot glue and a prayer.
This time, Mistletoe’s note had a P.S. on the back of it, requesting the play time be slightly less dangerous.
But that wasn’t enough. Oh, no.
Mistletoe waited until the family was fast asleep, slipped into Anne’s very special cabinet full of delicate vintage items she had carefully curated from estate sales and cleaned up into near-perfect condition, and with his newly refurbished arm BUSTED. IT. UP. YO.
I guess it’s true what they say: revenge is a dish best served…broken.