December 14, 2023 • 16 mins
Sam, a clever Elf on a Shelf searches for a home
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(00:00):
This is your Elf on the Shelfpodcast, and this is the story of
an elf named Sam and his searchfor home. Sam the elf glided through
the cold December air, propelled bythe magic that allowed him to fly without
wings. He clutched his red suitcase, containing his few meager possessions, an
(00:23):
extra hat and pair of striped stockings, along with a few crumbs of Christmas
cookies wrapped in a napkin he hadsnatched from previous homes. The bright moon
illuminated his path as he searched forthe tell tale signs of chimney smoke.
Another Christmas season had begun, andwhile children around the world eagerly awaited Santa's
(00:47):
arrival, the elves on the shelveswere filled with their own special magic and
anticipation. They were the stealthy scoutelves who were sent to Santa's special Envoys
to keep an eye on children andreport back on who was naughty or nice.
More importantly, they were Christmas Spiritambassadors, tasked with spreading joy and
(01:10):
wonder to believing children who welcomed theminto their homes. Most of the elves
had already found cozy homes, havingbeen adopted by families last year, or
newly assigned if the family was new. Sam was different, though. He
was a free elf, blown bythe Christmas winds toward homes with carrying children,
(01:34):
where he could work his own specialbrand of magic. As a free
elf, Sam held tightly to theElf code of secrecy. Children could never
know his true magic lest they losetheir wide eyed belief. He was mischievous,
though, and loved to get intosilly, harmless fun, so the
kids would gasp and shock each morningat his latest antic. Last year he
(02:00):
had toilet papered the Christmas tree,and the year before that he clung like
Spider Man to the ceiling fan.The kid's eyes would grow as big as
saucers, but they could never guesshow he had pulled off these big feats.
The first rays of dawn were startingto light in the sky when Sam
(02:22):
spotted a sweet stone and timber cottage, tendrils of smoke winding their way from
its brick chimney. This must bethe one, Sam exclaimed with relief.
His magic was strong, but sowas his longing for a family to call
his own. During the Christmas season, using his special magic, he made
(02:44):
himself as light as a snowflake anddrifted toward the large front window, which
had a candle glowing welcomingly peering inside. Sam's rosy cheeks grew even rosier at
the charming scene. In a cozyliving room blowing from tree lights and lamps,
A smiling mother gently tucked a softquilt around a curly haired little girl
(03:07):
who clutched a well loved stuffed puppy. Nearby, a towering Christmas tree glimmered
with twinkling lights and an eclectic mixof shiny bulbs and handmade ornaments strung.
Popcorn and cranberry garlands wrapped around thefragrant pine boughs. Underneath, a menagerie
(03:28):
of presents wrapped in colorful paper waitedexpectantly to be opened. Stockings for each
family member hung from the mantle,bearing their names glittered in gold cursive Emma,
Mom and Dad, Grandma Rose.Sam gave a satisfied nod. He
(03:49):
just knew this bright and merry homeheld the right Christmas spirit, and best
of all, they even had hisfavorite cinnamon buns cooling on the counter,
filling in the room with spicy aromaticpromise. As the first syrupy drops of
morning sunlight trickled over the cottage frostedwith snow. Sam whispered a Christmas wish
(04:11):
into the air. Then, witha swift gust of sparkles, he turned
himself miniature sized, the perfect heightto climb into the red stocking marked Emma
to await Christmas Morning surprises. Overthe next few days, Sam peeked out
surreptitiously to observe the family and gethis first clues to their traditions so he
(04:36):
could seamlessly blend into Christmas joy.Emma, it turned out, was an
active six year old bundle of energywho attended first grade at the local elementary
school. She was whip smart andloved to draw, filling tablet after tablet
with pictures of unicorns, dinosaurs,and fairy houses. Her room held sketches
(05:01):
and paintings prominently displayed on every wallspace. Sam was impressed with her creativity
and knew she would appreciate his specialbrand of mischief. Emma also clearly loved
animals. He discovered she was raisingtwo mice named Peanut and Butter in a
large cage by her bed. Shewould tenderly stroke them and talk to them
(05:26):
while doing her homework at her desk. Out her bedroom window, Sam spied
a handsome Palomino pony grazing contentedly ina small paddock beyond a red barn.
You must be sunny, Sam whispered, making note of how Sonny's golden coat
almost perfectly matched Emma's shining blonde locks. When she dashed out the back kitchen
(05:50):
door, bundled in hat and mittensto feed him carrots and brush his winter
coat. Inside the cozy house,Sam eyed Emma's snugly one eyed Australian shepherd
puppy Patch, keeping a watchful eyeover the family's activities. Yep, this
(06:10):
place was full of Christmas spirit allright. During the next week, Sam
slowly sorted out the rest of thefamily dynamics. Emma's parents, Mike and
Sarah, both taught locally at thejunior high and high school in town.
Her Grandma Rose, a widow formany years, had moved in just that
(06:31):
fall to enjoy her retirement years withfamily, while also helping care for Emma
when her parents were working. GrandmaRose clearly added an extra dose of sparkling,
good cheer and creativity to the household. Sam often found her happily crafting
new ornaments, knitting scarves, orcompiling home made coupon books for stocking stuffers.
(06:59):
Her eyes had a youthful twinkle asshe read stories at bedtime or taught
Emma her special recipes for Christmas cookiesand other delicacies. Sometimes the tempting scents
of fresh baked bread or bubbling homemadesoup would rouse Sam from a nap,
and he would steal a quick bitewhen no one was looking. As Christmas
(07:24):
drew nearer, the cottage became evenmore delightful. Emma and her mom spent
an afternoon decorating Grandma's old fashioned sugarcookies with colorful frosting and sprinkles. Chains
of rainbow paper links now festooned eachdoorway, along with lush, green cedar
(07:45):
garlands. Cheerful Christmas tunes played onthe radio nearly non stop. Outside,
the snow fell softly but steadily,frosting the roof and lustrous pines surrounding the
property and glittery white. At last, Christmas Eve arrived, clear and bright,
(08:07):
fluffy snow blanketed the ground outside,but glowing lights and flickering candles warmed
up the inside. After a scrumptiousdinner of savory hams studded with cloves,
sweet potatoes, warm buttery rolls,and a towering coconut cake. The family
gathered in the living room. Mikeadded another log to the crackling fire,
(08:31):
sending sparks swirling up the chimney asSarah poured mugs of creamy hot cocoa.
Grandma Rose settled into her rocking chairwith a contented sigh. Who's ready for
the night before Christmas? She asked, opening up the cherished holiday tale.
Emma immediately plopped down on the braidedrug, eagerly leaning against Grandma's knees.
(08:58):
Patch lay his head in Emma's lapwith a snuffle, as Peanut and Butter
raced excitedly in their exercise wheel.Even Sonny the Pony nickered softly outside the
frost covered window, as if wantingto take part in the cozy scene.
Sam watched it all from the depthsof the Christmas tree, next to the
(09:20):
twinkling angel. Tingles of warmth caressedhis heart, for these lovely holiday moments
are what an elf lives for.As he relished the sweet tambour of Grandma
Rose's voice. Recounting the beloved poem, Sam allowed himself to fully relax into
the family's welcoming spirit. Nestled amidstthe bright boughs scented of balsam fur.
(09:46):
With the comforting glow of colored lightsbathing his face, Sam sighed with happiness.
Yes, tonight, this was trulyhome, and he one very lucky
elm. The grandfather clock chiming midnightwoke Sam with a start. As the
family headed off to bed, Samknew it was nearly go time. He
(10:09):
scampered up to the roof's peak towatch for Santa's sleigh bells jingling across the
inky, star strewn sky. Righton time, a flash of sparkling colors
zoomed toward him. Merry Christmas,Sam, Santa bellowed joyfully as he swooped
down the chimney in a gust oficy air and magic. Sam caught a
(10:31):
whiff of peppermint as Saint Nick flewpast with his bulging toy sack. Better
watch out for the reindeer. Hoofs, little buddy can't stick around tonight,
but save me some cookies for nextyear. Ho ho ho. Then,
with a crackle and flash of sparks, Santa vanished back up the chimney into
the snowy gloom. Behind him,his nine reindeer chuffed and pranced on the
(10:58):
roof, clearly eager to finish uptheir midnight gift deliveries. See you next
year, Santa. Good luck tonightin safe travels Sam called into the darkening
sky. As Santa's sledge faded fromview, he could just make out the
jolly Saint's faint reply, take care, my little scout elf, give that
(11:22):
sweet family my love. Back inside, Sam did a quick reconnaissance sweep and
was delighted to see that Santa hadleft a full spread of presents for everyone
in the family. His own giftstocking was stuffed with peppermint candy sticks,
dark chocolate coins wrapped in glittery redfoil, a classic red yo yo with
(11:45):
white tips, shiny jingle bell earrings, plus a snow globe containing a
miniature pony that looked remarkably like Sunny. Best of all, Santa had gifted
him with a full set of oilpain brushes and canvases for his creative antics.
Now that's what I'm talking about,Sam whispered gleefully. This was gearing
(12:09):
up to be his best Christmas Morning. Ever, the only question now was
which ruckus should he cause first.To give the family a good giggle,
he tapped his chin thoughtfully, takingin the tranquil scene. When Emma bounced
out of bed Christmas morning, shecould not wait to see what treats Santa
(12:33):
had left. There were presents ofevery shape and size under the tree,
even one with big breathing holes,and another that word mysteriously. However,
what caught her eye immediately was theirguest, the elf on the shelf her
parents had named Sam, sat casuallypainting a picture on the ceiling. His
(12:56):
eyes glimmered impishly. As Emma spottedhim overhead, she could see he had
created an elaborate winter scene, completewith Santa flying over snowy cottages that looked
remarkably like their house. Her mouthdropped open in astonishment. How did Sam
(13:16):
even reach that high? Just asher mom came rushing in to see what
the fuss was about, Sam swiftlyfinished his last brushstroke, then gave a
satisfied nod at his handiwork. Emmawatched and thralled as he casually absailed down
the pine garland by hooking his greenPaisley pants over one of the wire branches,
(13:39):
cool as a cucumber, landing withfeatherlike grace atop the angel, he
gave a little bow to her shockand delight his image, gave her a
sly wink, then disappeared completely.Throughout the morning, more of Sam's elfish
high jinks kept the family constantly entertainedwhile they took turns opening presents by the
(14:03):
tree. He secretly loaded Patch's dogdish with handfuls of kibbles, so it
kept mysteriously refilling itself as fast asthe hungry puppy could chow it down.
Then somehow he managed to transfer allthe bells from the cat toy Garland on
to Sunny the pony's halter outside.Soon the cheerful tinkling rang out as the
(14:28):
pony pranced and played in the drifts. Not one to be left out either,
Patch scrambled to keep up in thedeep snow, barking excitedly. Inside
Peanut and butter, the pet micealso discovered tiny velvety stockings filled with fragrant
timothy hay and crunchy almond treats.Dangling righted arms reach inside their cage.
(14:54):
Later, as Grandma Rose carried theroast goose platter to the table, delight
shone in her eyes at the bucolicwinter scene Sam had painted upside down from
her viewpoint. That little elf sureis a creative one. He's shaking things
up to day, isn't he?She exclaimed, fondly. Catching a glimpse
(15:15):
of Sam peeping around the corner atthem, she lifted her wooden spoon toward
him in salute of his spirited antics. You're welcome any time as our guest,
little man. We do love yourspecial brand of magic, don't we,
Emma. Emma and her family noddedin happy agreement as they gathered around
the holiday spread, ready to enjoya scrumptuous meal together. And at that
(15:39):
very moment, Sam felt a glowinfuse his heart that had nothing to do
with Christmas cookies or sugar plums.This glow emanated from something even more potent,
the unconditional love of this family whohad welcomed him into their home so
(16:00):
openly. Their acknowledgment filled him witha profound sense of belonging and being deeply
seen for who he was. AsSam gazed around at the family happily chatting
and laughing together between bites of deliciousfood and SIPs of Grandma's special wastle.
(16:21):
He thought to himself, Yes,this is what Christmas is truly about,
not just the merriment and bright packages, but the warmth shared between generations.
The joy sprinkled liberally with family quirksand even imperfection. Here was a family
who cherished time together above all else, and that was the greatest gift of all.
This is your Elf on the Shelfpodcast, and this is the story of
an elf named Sam and his searchfor home. Sam the elf glided through
the cold December air, propelled bythe magic that allowed him to fly without
wings. He clutched his red suitcase, containing his few meager possessions, an
(00:23):
extra hat and pair of striped stockings, along with a few crumbs of Christmas
cookies wrapped in a napkin he hadsnatched from previous homes. The bright moon
illuminated his path as he searched forthe tell tale signs of chimney smoke.
Another Christmas season had begun, andwhile children around the world eagerly awaited Santa's
(00:47):
arrival, the elves on the shelveswere filled with their own special magic and
anticipation. They were the stealthy scoutelves who were sent to Santa's special Envoys
to keep an eye on children andreport back on who was naughty or nice.
More importantly, they were Christmas Spiritambassadors, tasked with spreading joy and
(01:10):
wonder to believing children who welcomed theminto their homes. Most of the elves
had already found cozy homes, havingbeen adopted by families last year, or
newly assigned if the family was new. Sam was different, though. He
was a free elf, blown bythe Christmas winds toward homes with carrying children,
(01:34):
where he could work his own specialbrand of magic. As a free
elf, Sam held tightly to theElf code of secrecy. Children could never
know his true magic lest they losetheir wide eyed belief. He was mischievous,
though, and loved to get intosilly, harmless fun, so the
kids would gasp and shock each morningat his latest antic. Last year he
(02:00):
had toilet papered the Christmas tree,and the year before that he clung like
Spider Man to the ceiling fan.The kid's eyes would grow as big as
saucers, but they could never guesshow he had pulled off these big feats.
The first rays of dawn were startingto light in the sky when Sam
(02:22):
spotted a sweet stone and timber cottage, tendrils of smoke winding their way from
its brick chimney. This must bethe one, Sam exclaimed with relief.
His magic was strong, but sowas his longing for a family to call
his own. During the Christmas season, using his special magic, he made
(02:44):
himself as light as a snowflake anddrifted toward the large front window, which
had a candle glowing welcomingly peering inside. Sam's rosy cheeks grew even rosier at
the charming scene. In a cozyliving room blowing from tree lights and lamps,
A smiling mother gently tucked a softquilt around a curly haired little girl
(03:07):
who clutched a well loved stuffed puppy. Nearby, a towering Christmas tree glimmered
with twinkling lights and an eclectic mixof shiny bulbs and handmade ornaments strung.
Popcorn and cranberry garlands wrapped around thefragrant pine boughs. Underneath, a menagerie
(03:28):
of presents wrapped in colorful paper waitedexpectantly to be opened. Stockings for each
family member hung from the mantle,bearing their names glittered in gold cursive Emma,
Mom and Dad, Grandma Rose.Sam gave a satisfied nod. He
(03:49):
just knew this bright and merry homeheld the right Christmas spirit, and best
of all, they even had hisfavorite cinnamon buns cooling on the counter,
filling in the room with spicy aromaticpromise. As the first syrupy drops of
morning sunlight trickled over the cottage frostedwith snow. Sam whispered a Christmas wish
(04:11):
into the air. Then, witha swift gust of sparkles, he turned
himself miniature sized, the perfect heightto climb into the red stocking marked Emma
to await Christmas Morning surprises. Overthe next few days, Sam peeked out
surreptitiously to observe the family and gethis first clues to their traditions so he
(04:36):
could seamlessly blend into Christmas joy.Emma, it turned out, was an
active six year old bundle of energywho attended first grade at the local elementary
school. She was whip smart andloved to draw, filling tablet after tablet
with pictures of unicorns, dinosaurs,and fairy houses. Her room held sketches
(05:01):
and paintings prominently displayed on every wallspace. Sam was impressed with her creativity
and knew she would appreciate his specialbrand of mischief. Emma also clearly loved
animals. He discovered she was raisingtwo mice named Peanut and Butter in a
large cage by her bed. Shewould tenderly stroke them and talk to them
(05:26):
while doing her homework at her desk. Out her bedroom window, Sam spied
a handsome Palomino pony grazing contentedly ina small paddock beyond a red barn.
You must be sunny, Sam whispered, making note of how Sonny's golden coat
almost perfectly matched Emma's shining blonde locks. When she dashed out the back kitchen
(05:50):
door, bundled in hat and mittensto feed him carrots and brush his winter
coat. Inside the cozy house,Sam eyed Emma's snugly one eyed Australian shepherd
puppy Patch, keeping a watchful eyeover the family's activities. Yep, this
(06:10):
place was full of Christmas spirit allright. During the next week, Sam
slowly sorted out the rest of thefamily dynamics. Emma's parents, Mike and
Sarah, both taught locally at thejunior high and high school in town.
Her Grandma Rose, a widow formany years, had moved in just that
(06:31):
fall to enjoy her retirement years withfamily, while also helping care for Emma
when her parents were working. GrandmaRose clearly added an extra dose of sparkling,
good cheer and creativity to the household. Sam often found her happily crafting
new ornaments, knitting scarves, orcompiling home made coupon books for stocking stuffers.
(06:59):
Her eyes had a youthful twinkle asshe read stories at bedtime or taught
Emma her special recipes for Christmas cookiesand other delicacies. Sometimes the tempting scents
of fresh baked bread or bubbling homemadesoup would rouse Sam from a nap,
and he would steal a quick bitewhen no one was looking. As Christmas
(07:24):
drew nearer, the cottage became evenmore delightful. Emma and her mom spent
an afternoon decorating Grandma's old fashioned sugarcookies with colorful frosting and sprinkles. Chains
of rainbow paper links now festooned eachdoorway, along with lush, green cedar
(07:45):
garlands. Cheerful Christmas tunes played onthe radio nearly non stop. Outside,
the snow fell softly but steadily,frosting the roof and lustrous pines surrounding the
property and glittery white. At last, Christmas Eve arrived, clear and bright,
(08:07):
fluffy snow blanketed the ground outside,but glowing lights and flickering candles warmed
up the inside. After a scrumptiousdinner of savory hams studded with cloves,
sweet potatoes, warm buttery rolls,and a towering coconut cake. The family
gathered in the living room. Mikeadded another log to the crackling fire,
(08:31):
sending sparks swirling up the chimney asSarah poured mugs of creamy hot cocoa.
Grandma Rose settled into her rocking chairwith a contented sigh. Who's ready for
the night before Christmas? She asked, opening up the cherished holiday tale.
Emma immediately plopped down on the braidedrug, eagerly leaning against Grandma's knees.
(08:58):
Patch lay his head in Emma's lapwith a snuffle, as Peanut and Butter
raced excitedly in their exercise wheel.Even Sonny the Pony nickered softly outside the
frost covered window, as if wantingto take part in the cozy scene.
Sam watched it all from the depthsof the Christmas tree, next to the
(09:20):
twinkling angel. Tingles of warmth caressedhis heart, for these lovely holiday moments
are what an elf lives for.As he relished the sweet tambour of Grandma
Rose's voice. Recounting the beloved poem, Sam allowed himself to fully relax into
the family's welcoming spirit. Nestled amidstthe bright boughs scented of balsam fur.
(09:46):
With the comforting glow of colored lightsbathing his face, Sam sighed with happiness.
Yes, tonight, this was trulyhome, and he one very lucky
elm. The grandfather clock chiming midnightwoke Sam with a start. As the
family headed off to bed, Samknew it was nearly go time. He
(10:09):
scampered up to the roof's peak towatch for Santa's sleigh bells jingling across the
inky, star strewn sky. Righton time, a flash of sparkling colors
zoomed toward him. Merry Christmas,Sam, Santa bellowed joyfully as he swooped
down the chimney in a gust oficy air and magic. Sam caught a
(10:31):
whiff of peppermint as Saint Nick flewpast with his bulging toy sack. Better
watch out for the reindeer. Hoofs, little buddy can't stick around tonight,
but save me some cookies for nextyear. Ho ho ho. Then,
with a crackle and flash of sparks, Santa vanished back up the chimney into
the snowy gloom. Behind him,his nine reindeer chuffed and pranced on the
(10:58):
roof, clearly eager to finish uptheir midnight gift deliveries. See you next
year, Santa. Good luck tonightin safe travels Sam called into the darkening
sky. As Santa's sledge faded fromview, he could just make out the
jolly Saint's faint reply, take care, my little scout elf, give that
(11:22):
sweet family my love. Back inside, Sam did a quick reconnaissance sweep and
was delighted to see that Santa hadleft a full spread of presents for everyone
in the family. His own giftstocking was stuffed with peppermint candy sticks,
dark chocolate coins wrapped in glittery redfoil, a classic red yo yo with
(11:45):
white tips, shiny jingle bell earrings, plus a snow globe containing a
miniature pony that looked remarkably like Sunny. Best of all, Santa had gifted
him with a full set of oilpain brushes and canvases for his creative antics.
Now that's what I'm talking about,Sam whispered gleefully. This was gearing
(12:09):
up to be his best Christmas Morning. Ever, the only question now was
which ruckus should he cause first.To give the family a good giggle,
he tapped his chin thoughtfully, takingin the tranquil scene. When Emma bounced
out of bed Christmas morning, shecould not wait to see what treats Santa
(12:33):
had left. There were presents ofevery shape and size under the tree,
even one with big breathing holes,and another that word mysteriously. However,
what caught her eye immediately was theirguest, the elf on the shelf her
parents had named Sam, sat casuallypainting a picture on the ceiling. His
(12:56):
eyes glimmered impishly. As Emma spottedhim overhead, she could see he had
created an elaborate winter scene, completewith Santa flying over snowy cottages that looked
remarkably like their house. Her mouthdropped open in astonishment. How did Sam
(13:16):
even reach that high? Just asher mom came rushing in to see what
the fuss was about, Sam swiftlyfinished his last brushstroke, then gave a
satisfied nod at his handiwork. Emmawatched and thralled as he casually absailed down
the pine garland by hooking his greenPaisley pants over one of the wire branches,
(13:39):
cool as a cucumber, landing withfeatherlike grace atop the angel, he
gave a little bow to her shockand delight his image, gave her a
sly wink, then disappeared completely.Throughout the morning, more of Sam's elfish
high jinks kept the family constantly entertainedwhile they took turns opening presents by the
(14:03):
tree. He secretly loaded Patch's dogdish with handfuls of kibbles, so it
kept mysteriously refilling itself as fast asthe hungry puppy could chow it down.
Then somehow he managed to transfer allthe bells from the cat toy Garland on
to Sunny the pony's halter outside.Soon the cheerful tinkling rang out as the
(14:28):
pony pranced and played in the drifts. Not one to be left out either,
Patch scrambled to keep up in thedeep snow, barking excitedly. Inside
Peanut and butter, the pet micealso discovered tiny velvety stockings filled with fragrant
timothy hay and crunchy almond treats.Dangling righted arms reach inside their cage.
(14:54):
Later, as Grandma Rose carried theroast goose platter to the table, delight
shone in her eyes at the bucolicwinter scene Sam had painted upside down from
her viewpoint. That little elf sureis a creative one. He's shaking things
up to day, isn't he?She exclaimed, fondly. Catching a glimpse
(15:15):
of Sam peeping around the corner atthem, she lifted her wooden spoon toward
him in salute of his spirited antics. You're welcome any time as our guest,
little man. We do love yourspecial brand of magic, don't we,
Emma. Emma and her family noddedin happy agreement as they gathered around
the holiday spread, ready to enjoya scrumptuous meal together. And at that
(15:39):
very moment, Sam felt a glowinfuse his heart that had nothing to do
with Christmas cookies or sugar plums.This glow emanated from something even more potent,
the unconditional love of this family whohad welcomed him into their home so
(16:00):
openly. Their acknowledgment filled him witha profound sense of belonging and being deeply
seen for who he was. AsSam gazed around at the family happily chatting
and laughing together between bites of deliciousfood and SIPs of Grandma's special wastle.
(16:21):
He thought to himself, Yes,this is what Christmas is truly about,
not just the merriment and bright packages, but the warmth shared between generations.
The joy sprinkled liberally with family quirksand even imperfection. Here was a family
who cherished time together above all else, and that was the greatest gift of all.
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