Michael the elf. Remember him? He came last year on Thanksgiving night and left on Christmas Eve. Mom promised he'd be back this year and he was. When I woke up this morning (very early) I ran to find him. He watches my every move to report back to the North Pole each night. Then, he's back in my house by the time I wake up. It's pure magic and I love him. I tried to explain him to Aniston but she just doesn't quite understand.
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