As things go, parents get busy and forget things sometimes. Sammy the Elf didn't move locations in our house last night which means he didn't make the 12-hour round trip to the North Pole. Instead he continued to be perched next to the picture of Audrey in her flower girl dress. While he clearly must like the picture, mommy and daddy had to think fast this morning to address her sudden exclamation that "Sammy didn't move!"
Fortunately Suzanne and I had discussed this outcome the other day in anticipation of forgetting at some point. So we explained that Sammy must be tired from flying all that way every night, even with the generous help of the "Christmas magic" that helps him fly. She pondered that for a moment and thought it made sense.
I then declared that he'd surely move by tomorrow after all that rest and she wholeheartedly agreed. He'd better, otherwise our explanations will wear thin.
