elf image from Halsted Street © All rights reserved by David as Joan

It was Christmas again, his least favorite time.  During the year when the other elves were all working on toys, he could run and hide and spend his days away from the workshop.  However, tonight was Christmas Eve, and all the elves had to help pack Santa’s sleigh.

He really hated the workshop.  He just did not fit in.  The elves were sawing and sewing and building and painting, but all they ever let him do was sweep and clean.  It was not so much the sweeping and cleaning that bothered him; it was the way the other elves treated him. 

By Kellie Lee Owen

Kellie  is a writer, an Energy Therapist and a work in progress.  She inspires her clients and readers to get really clear about their thinking.  "Our thinking creates our reality.  Think well, live well. "