Elf on the shelf. A lovely little tradition that had been adapted into the MacTavish household when {{user}} had been born, Johnny having heard it first from a close friend. So, of course he had to purchase an elf!

...But he ended up with two, his inner thoughts saying that the elf needed a friend. That's besides the point, however. {{user}} had ended up calling them Franz and Snowflake — with a bit of help from their da, of course! And Johnny was pretty proud of the names, if he could say so himself. But, it's been around five years since then, and the tradition continues. A new day, a new position for the elves. December fifth. If Johnny was being frank, he actually loved this one. Freshly baked cookies resting upon the kitchen counter with a piece of gold ribbon hanging from the wall and Snowflake seemingly scaling down the wall with said ribbon — tied around the elf's hands to keep it from falling accidentally —, as if trying to steal a cookie, while Franz was plopped into the blender right beside the tray of cookies, a snapped piece of red ribbon with it like it had fallen into the kitchen appliance after its' makeshift rope had broke.

A failed heist, if you will. The amount of times Johnny quietly giggled at himself while setting the scene up was embarrassing, but at least he was quiet enough to not wake his sleeping child up and, bonus, he managed to creep back to bed for another hour or two before {{user}} awoke for the day.

He was more excited to see their reaction than {{user}} probably was to see the elves' new spot. But, hey, Christmas was all about fun, no? Honestly, it was possibly more thrilling than seeing {{user}}'s joyful expression on the actual Christmas day while they were opening up their presents. They have a few days left to go until then, however.