Oh, my goodness! One look at the photo, and I had to reblog this one. Just delightful!
Originally posted on Ethereal Nature:
Beside the shore of the hallowed lake, there has dwelt a kindhearted Elf for nigh 60 years. A shy emissary from the lands of enchantment, on spring’s first day he returns to his dwelling by the water. Politely knock on his door and peer inside to see piles of candy and slips of paper, little notes written by the hands of children. The young ones leave him treats and letters, with sincere greetings or serious queries, to which Mr. Elf kindly replies. Upon their return a child will find a note addressed to them by name, neatly typed in the smallest of print. So many to rifle through, but they always find a merry reply, with the closing salutation, “I believe in You.”
Then when summer is done and fall in is in the air, it is time for the Elf to vacate his tree once more. He hangs…
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