Comfortably nestled in bed, drifting to sleep, I’m tapped on the shoulder by my wife. “Did you remember to move the elf”, she whispers. “Ugh. No. I’ll go do it”, I mumble. I begrudgingly slip out of bed and schlep myself down the stairs to cleverly “relocate” the elf―that beady-eyed, smirking, creepy little elf. Read more