Raven named the big elf Joyful Jimmy. The little ones who made a comeback from last year are Jolly, Jingle, Holly, and Winter. The pets are Candy and Cane.

The elves had said their goodbyes. A bittersweet Christmas Eve that saw Raven crying over the impending flight of the cheeky little buggers she fondly called her friends. Every morning was something to look forward to to check if they were up to something naughty.

Or if they even changed locations, at least.

“I’m so disappointed!” she cried out at one point. “The elves haven’t moved in five days!”

“They probably like that spot too much they didn’t wanna move,” I comforted her out loud, secretly blaming “New Management” for such fiasco.

After receiving the official complaint, the elves stepped up their game. Partly because New Management was thrown under probation and Old Management had to take over and do damage control.

The elves even wrapped her a present — albeit haphazardly — which she later discovered to be a roll of toilet paper upon sneaking a peek at the gaps on the side.

The Elves had a good run. It was fun while it lasted.

*Raven at 9 years old