George–my gnome– normally stays on my desk, near my computer. He is helpful, neat and oh so funny. If you could only hear the things he says… har-de-har-har!! And he’s sweet. Sugar and spice–like the perfect shortbread cookie. And… he’s a gentleman. Smells nice too! Like limes and coconut with a hint of cardamom. George is very social. That, however, can be a problem. Sometimes he disappears for days and days. When he returns home–he smells more like rum and “tobacco.” But, he says he’s balanced. He does yoga. I think he said it’s Bikram…I should double check that. George is a shaman. And he’s from Jamaica! So, of course, I trust–I know that George can help me with this little problem I’m having.
Somebody or something is playing tricks on me. For about 2 weeks now–a few of my favorite things have mysteriously vanished. But, yesterday was a game changer! I didn’t even notice that huge tear in the back of my pants–until it was too late. So now. Game over. I want my glove back. I want my sock back and I especially want my earring back. George will get to the bottom of it!
I told George that it must be elves playing tricks on me. George thinks it’s probably a pixie. But…he’s really hoping it’s a beautiful fairy! I know one thing for sure–it is not my dog Kookaburra.
She’s been busy (obsessed) trying to find the perfect holiday outfit for our neighbor’s annual hot-diggity-dog party. This year’s theme: Must Wear Red. So, it’s definitely not Kookaburra. George will figure this out!
George knows all about magic and like I said before–he is super social. The elves will surely listen to him. Initially, I tried contacting the elves on my own. I even left out a wee piece of fruitcake and a smidgen of chocolate for them. But, I have since learned that some elves are easily offended. I should have made it clear that these items were gifts, not payment.
Last night I put George in the kitchen with a bowl of cream next to him. I reminded George to offer the cream as a gift to the elves. I also reminded him that elves can be tricky. I told him to be careful. I said, Don’t drink anything they offer you and certainly do not smoke, please! I wanted him to make a good impression. His goal was to get my stuff back.
This morning, I rushed down to the kitchen to check on things. The cream was still there–untouched even.
But George was gone!
He left a note:
I haven’t figured out the glove/sock thing. But…I met a Sugar Plum Fairy. See you next year (maybe). He He.