• Skip to primary navigation
  • Skip to content
  • Skip to primary sidebar
  • Skip to footer

Blue House Blog

  • Home
  • About
    • About
    • Truth
    • Contact Me
  • Recipes
    • Trim Healthy Mama
    • Nourishing Traditions
  • My Home
    • Remodeling
    • Before and After
  • The Fine Print
    • Disclosure
    • Privacy
    • Media
  • Shop

Paloola from the North Pole.

Melissa Beene Ford/ Family Fun+ Katie


Last year about this time, we were visited.

By an elf.

From the North Pole.

Oh yeah. She just broke right into our apartment — came down the chimney, I suppose? — and we came home to find…. this.

It was disturbing to come home to find that AN ELF had just made herself at home, began unpacking Christmas decorations and…. dragging them up the stairs.

Freaky.

And not just to us…. the American Girls were a little freaked out too…. we came home to find the poor girls huddled on the stairs, watching, afraid…

Katie Beth wasn’t sure what to think.

But fortunately, the elf had brought a note explaining who she was and that Santa had sent her to our house to be our Elf for Christmas. God bless sweet Santa; he meant well…

Her name was Paula, the letter said, but Katie Beth couldn’t quite sound out that word so it came out ‘Paloola.’ And Paula/Paloola decided she liked that name better, because the name that’s given to you by the kids is the most special name of all.

But that little rapscallion

made herself a little too comfortable. She took over the girls’ bedroom, took all the Groovy Girls’ furniture for herself, and … decorated their room for Christmas.

And not only that… she would bake things in the middle of the night. I came downstairs many-a-morning to find an absolute MESS in the kitchen.

The kids loved her, though. They played with her every day and were sad when Christmas came and went and Paloola had to return to the North Pole.

They started weeks ago writing her letters in anticipation of this years’ visit.

And guess what.

She’s baaaaaaaack…..

I heard a noise in the girls’ room the other night, and went in to find this…

That’s right. That blasted elf was playing Hungry Hungry Hippos in the middle of the night.

And being a bad influence on our sweet American Girls, who NEVER make a peep, and NEVER get in trouble.

Oh dear. Here we go again…

Recent Posts

  • Narcissists and the Circular Argument
  • A Chicken and Egg Story
  • Pretty
  • Hiding
  • Lack and Abundance and Marketplace Sofas

Reader Interactions

Comments

  1. Anonymous says

    November 26, 2011 at 3:07 am

    I was reminded of Paloola a couple of days ago when I was in Target and saw a boy elf. It made me wonder if Paloola would like to have a boyfriend or brother or cousin to help her with the baking etc. I was awfully tempted to buy him, but I resisted.<br />Sdb

    Reply
  2. Melissa from the Blue House says

    November 26, 2011 at 4:17 am

    SO FUNNY that you should mention that! We just came from Target where we, ah, uh…. started hoping Santa would send a boy elf to Michael&#39;s house for Christmas! He HAS been mostly good this year… who knows? Maybe &#39;Santa&#39; will send that elf TONIGHT!

    Reply

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Primary Sidebar

About Me


Hey there... I'm Melissa! Texas girl. Mom to three + one goldendoodle. Believer. Old house fanatic. Creating a happy + healthy home with purpose is my passion. I'm so glad you're here!

I'll try my best to make you laugh (or cry? but only for a second...). Thanks for being here, friend!

Wanna follow along on Instagram? Click the link below!

...and be sure to subscribe to emails so you don't miss a post!

Search

Join Me On Pinterest

PAST DEEP THOUGHTS

Find the Blue House on Instagram!

[instagram-feed]

Footer

Search

Copyright © 2022 · Ella Theme by Code + Coconut