‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house
An Elf was snoring and dreaming of sprouts…
Elfie decided he needed a rest, all his nocturnal activities had finally worn him out. Plus he needed to save his energy for what he had planned the next night. It would take bravery and skill, he needed to be alert and raring to go for his expedition. Climbing a Christmas tree is serious business and only for elves who know what they’e doing, it’s no laughing matter. Unless your 7 or 5, then it’s absolutely hilarious…
Even the toughest adrenaline junkie needs a break after all that exertion and excitement, so the next night was film night. The Mini Robots found Elfie tucked up on the sofa with his Lego Elf and Iron Patriot having a film marathon including Planes, Brave and Turbo. This gave the Mini Robots an excellent idea, they decided to watch Brave during snack time so Mummy Robot and Daddy Robot got to sit down and have a hot drink in peace and quiet. Win!
Soon Elfie was back to his usual tricks. This time with our entire box of Christmas cards. He lined them up like dominoes snaking around the living room. Sure enough they did actually fall down like dominoes too and the Mini Robots spent much of the morning putting them up and knocking them down again.
In the North Pole some elves wrap the presents and Elfie decided to try his hand at that today. I think he might have had a little trouble but at least he remembered the great elf tradition “There’s always time for a bow.”
The next night was game night. Elfie, Lego Elf, Hulk, Electro and Father Christmas all joined together for a game of Connect 4. Electro was cheering them on rather enthusiastically, I hope he wasn’t gambling.
‘Twas two nights before Christmas, when all through the house,
An Elf was having a
Elfie found the balloons. “Yay!!” squealed the Mini Robots. “Oh no!” groaned Mummy and Daddy thinking that the balloons would be bounced all day and we’d have children bumping into each other/the coffee table/the TV/the floor. Mini Robot was bouncing balloons and happy. Big Robot was quiet and coughing, lots of coughing, coughing so much and so hard he could barely catch his breath. He’d been diagnosed with asthma a couple months ago due to his night time coughing, we’d been given ventolin but it wasn’t helping him for long this time. One doctors appointment later and we now had a prescription for a preventer inhaler and instructions to go back if his high temperature doesn’t go in a few days.
‘Twas the night before Christmas…
Elfie, still in the party mood despite yesterdays attempts falling a bit flat, decided to up his game. He decided to have another go at wrapping. This time he managed not to wrap himself, I don’t think our coffee table makes a good present though.
The Mini Robots thought this was hilarious. Even Big Robot was excited and giggly, feeling much better with his new inhaler. They worked together to unwrap the table without squabbling! I was impressed. Later we made paper chains to decorate the dining room and left a mince pie out for Father Christmas (not forgetting the carrot for Rudolph of course!) Tucked into bed, with stockings by their feet, they got straight to sleep and Mr and Mrs Claus got to work.