Several days ago, someone cut me off when I was driving. I blasted the horn at them and gave them the finger.
And the elves were watching.
Another day, I was on the commuter train, standing in the aisle waiting to get off at the next stop. Contrary to the dictates of common courtesy, I declined to let the people in the seats to my left and right get up and disembark ahead of me. I just barged off the train.
And the elves were watching.
In the court house, I saw an attorney confidently striding along with a four-foot piece of toilet paper stuck to his shoe and streaming behind him. I did not inform him of his predicament because I thought it was too funny.
And the elves were watching.
At work, a woman passionately expressed her political beliefs. As she left the break room, I turned to a colleague and asked: “Has she been sniffing glue?!?!?!
And the elves were watching.
At home, I had the temerity to doubt whether my wife was right about something.
And the elves were watching.
Also at home, I saw a hair-ball coughed up by one of our cats and made believe I didn’t see it, hoping my wife would clean it up.
And the elves were watching.
I should stop.
The elves certainly have enough material. When Santa reviews the report, I hope he takes into account all the good things I did this year.
Hope for the best and prepare for a bag of coal under the tree is what my mother always said.
And the elves were watching!
Merry Christmas!
copyright 2017 Christopher Donahue