Thursday, December 22, 2022

Laughing Lhursday*

Across the street from Seanhenge, a Christmas elf named Wolfram moved in at the beginning of December.

He has not yet been seen,
but he writes regularly, and often traces
of his highly varied nocturnal activities
are unmistakable.

The other day he was told in a letter
that the writer's grandfather
had cooked him a portion of rice, and ...

. . . that she, the letter writer,
hoped Wolfram would relish it.

And yes, it did taste, Wolfram wrote,
but asked for indulgence that unfortunately
he did not quite manage
to entirely eat the huge portion.

 * [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.



  1. Què tendre tot!.👼

    Molt bones festes, Sean.

  2. My first reaction: how adorable!! On closer inspection, Wolfram appears to be rather laddish, what with his penchant for fast cars and neglect of the washing up after dinner, despite his kindly letter writing. But in the spirit of the Season, I shall give him the benefit of the doubt (for he has, after all, decorated his place most festively) and wish him and his loyal neighbours much continued merriment during his stay in the neighbourhood.

    1. Indeed, Signora Pipistrello, no fast car is safe from the little Joyrider, and washing-up seems not to be amongst his favourite pastimes, but he does seem to have his heart in the right place. Thinking about after Christmas, I do already start to miss him.

  3. I hope the Christmas Elf is not a naughty Elf.

    1. Well, a tiny bit naughty he is, but otherwise he wouldn't be an elf, would he?

  4. He left some over for manners, as people used to say.

  5. The elf must make an impression that is appreciated by everyone.