You can all ’em elves, brownies, imps or whatever, but I’m a sucker for them. And my mom knows it.
So why, then, is she selling this vintage plastic elf ornament when it would be such an awesome gift for me?
I can only conclude that she hates me.
Or that she’s got an even better old elf set aside for me. …It will be pretty difficult to top this elf and his amazingly shiny hiney though.