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.

George!

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