The following was written about one of our family traditions that began in 1967 when my older brother was just a toddler and I was only a few months old.
Tony was a small child when my parents were told he had an incurable kidney disease. The nature of this condition was such that Winter social activities were avoided for fear he would get sick.
As Tony grew older he was often sad, and confused because he was unable to participate in many of the activities in our little community. Christmastime especially as the local fire department held their annual “meet Santa” event. Children would hand-deliver their Christmas lists to Santa at the local Fire Department and walk away with a bag full of holiday goodies, and reassurance that Santa knew exactly what they wanted.
At the age of three, Santa paid a memorable visit to our house by way of a fire truck, complete with screaming sirens that were heard all over town. What a thrill it was for him. Tony wanted so badly to see Santa, with a mix of shyness and uncertainty, he ran to the stairs where he peered through the railing with eyes as wide as saucers.
“Well young man come down and let me see you” said Santa “I can see you” replied Tony. Santa climbed the stairs where the two of them had a magical visit.
After their conversation Santa stood to leave. Tony eased down the stairs with a smile that lit the room “you are a good boy” Santa said with a smile. Santa leaned over to give Tony a hug. “I will be watching you until I return on Christmas Eve, be a good boy.”
After Santa had gone, Tony noticed an Elf sat perched on a branch in the Christmas tree. “Mommy look, Santa left an Elf,” “I think that Santa left him to watch over you until Christmas” Mom responded.
When morning arrived, a note was found under the tree along with a little Christmas sock. The note instructed that when children had a “good” day a surprise would be left inside the tiny stocking. To the contrary “bad” days meant he would get a dirty rock or an empty stocking.
The elf would move around the room watching over Tony. Elf might appear on top of the curtain, lamp, or pictures; moving throughout the night. This was exciting for Tony. While he never saw the elf move, he believed the elf spent his nights flying about the house while everyone was sleeping.
Santa had given strict instruction that Elf should never be touched, or he would disappear and would not return. If Santa’s instructions were followed, each year on Thanksgiving night Tony was to ring a jingle bell that was tied with a red ribbon, just before going to bed. That would beckon Elf to return for another Christmas season.
Tony is no longer with us as he passed away at the age of 13. Elf was passed on to me, Tony’s little sister, then on to my little brother Josh. We’ve all enjoyed Elf’s annual visits for many years.
Elf was then passed on to Trey and Coty, my twins who would enjoy the magnificent wonders Elf would bring with him. Today, while the boys no longer believe, he’s still very much a part of our holiday. Each year we set Elf in our family tree and reflect on all the memories the one tiny little guy holds.
We’ve often created Elf Kits for close friends and family, complete in a decorative Christmas tin with a letter from Santa telling the tale of Elf. We include a letter to parents sharing details of how the Christmas magic works. There’s a jingle bell tied with a red ribbon; a small Christmas stocking (one for each child in the household) and of course Himself the Elf.
It’s been a lovely gift that we’ve shared with so many, and a tradition we’re proud to pass on. It’s our way of keeping a significant part of Tony alive in all of us.
Whenever we can, we share stories of Himself the Elf with classmates, friends and anyone who truly believes in all the magic the holiday season brings.
The story of our family tradition won Best Posting about Christmas on a Blog in 2005
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