THE ELF AND THE CHIMNEY SWEEP
TRICA THE ELF Santa’s Elf got out of her truck, pulled her drooping green tights higher up on her thighs, pulled down on her green felt over shirt, adjusting the golden belt, slipped on her little Robin Hood cap with its flowing red feather, and pulled the huge green rubber curly toed elf boots up over her regular tennis shoes. She grabbed her flashlight, heaved a huge sigh and leaned her arm onto the edge of the truck bed, hiding her eyes in her forearm, sighing again. "I don’t, I don’t, I... Sign in to see full entry.