All bundled up for my run to the coffee shop, I bumped into the caretaker of our building this morning.
“Goin out to play in the snow?,” he asked.
“Well, why not,” I responded, completing the sentence in my mind with “I’m an elf!”
It all started the day before thanksgiving when my niece introduced me to http://www.elfyourself.com/. After elfing myself and just about everyone I had a digital picture of for the next 48 hours, I was elfing in my sleep and couldn’t think without hearing jingle bells.
My elfa-morphosis was complete on Saturday night when I watched Elf for the first time, falling madly in love with Buddy.
I mean, who wouldn’t love a guy who likes to make snow angels, eat cookie dough and snuggle?
JULIE ANN STEVENS 