We asked readers to come up with resolutions for this year’s Christmas story. We received entries from readers from ages 8 to 77 with a wide variety of story ideas.
Thanks to all, young and old, who participated, and special thanks to the teachers from Piney Grove Middle School and Lewisville Elementary who had their classes participate.
The story prompt:
Peter the Elf has been given a new assignment as an Elf on a Shelf, monitoring a kid’s house, while back at the North Pole his pals Dudley and Penelope are preparing for both Christmas and their wedding day. And one day, Peter, who’s known to be a schemer, catches a kid trying to sneak some cookies. Peter threatens to tell Santa unless the kid does a favor for him, since he’s stuck on the shelf and can’t venture out of the house.
By Danny Stevens, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
“Wellll...…...I want some pie from that store down the street.”
The kid remarked, “B&G pies? How...how do you expect me to get you that?”
“Peter responded, “Do you want me to report you to the jolly big man?”
“The kid said "No! Oh please, No!”
“Peter explained” “If you go and get me one of those fried pies then I won’t report you, but if you don’t then I will tell the big man in red.
The kid pleaded, "No…..no I don’t want you to do that. Alright fine, I’ll get it done. What kind of pie do you want?"
Peter remarked “handmade McIntosh apple” .
The kid ran up to his room and counted his money “Crud I’m short by a dollar.” He ran back downstairs and said “Hey Peter, I’m short by a single dollar, do you have one? ”
Peter questioned “and where do you expect me to get money ? I’ve been doing my job and staying where I’ve been placed, not running around making money.”
The kid agreed, “yeah that makes sense” .
The kid spent the next few days doing all of his chores, and even some extra ones, too. He made his entire weekly allowance in a record setting amount of time. He trotted his way to the store and bought the fried pie.
Later that night the kid gave Peter the pie. Peter said, “You worked hard to get this pie so how about we split it.” The kid asked “really? I would love that ! Thank you so much!”
“You’re very welcome… and off the hook. Congratulations.”
By Edward Sawyers, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
“So… What do you want me to get?” The boy asked. “A toy? A gift?”
The Elf replied, “Oh no! I am looking for an experience, not a physical object, you see. If you can get me some photographs of Old Salem it would definitely make up for sitting here, and doing nothing all day.”
The next day the boy asked his parents if they could go and visit Old Salem, as a special treat for Christmas. His parents took him sightseeing, taking photos along the way. They saw Christmas trees, candies, cookies, and Moravian stars.
They made beeswax candles, bought Christmas ornaments, and participated in a special candle-lit service. They returned home happy and exhausted. Even though the boy was excited to show the elf his photos, he decided to wait until everyone else was asleep.
“Well! Look at that! You actually did it! Well, I guess I owe my part of the deal! No one’ll know about that cookie incident! But, no more slip ups, or I may not be as kind.”
And so the elf kept his word, and the boy and his family had a very merry Christmas.
By Abigail Trotter, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
The kid stared at the elf in anticipation and a little bit of worry. How was he supposed to get the elf something when he was only 10 years old? What if it was expensive? What if it was heavy? What if it was impossible to find!? As the many thoughts filled the child’s mind the elf seemed to notice the worry in his eyes and he let out a soft chuckle and said, “Kid, you got yourself into this one. I’m not even supposed to do these sorts of things, but, I figured since it is so close to Christmas that I would give you another chance.”
“So, what would you like for me to do for you then?” said the kid a bit overly nice. “I want you to get me a new phone” The child looked up at Peter with wide eyes and a terrified look on his face. “B-but I can’t do that.” He looked down with a sad look and burning, hot tears begin to fill his eyes. “I’m going to get sticks and coal for Christmas!” he sobbed. The small elf looked into the eyes of the child and said, “Do not worry, you will have a little bit of magic on your way…” He paused to examine the perplexed look on the child’s tear-streaked face. “M-magic?” the boy repeated, confused. “Yes, I shall ask one of my friends for some help right away. Oh, and yes, we shall finish this task by tomorrow”
“We?” asked the kid. “I meant you.” Peter said with a huff. “Good night. Go now, you’ll need your rest.” Chris quickly scurried to his room upstairs while waving a flimsy arm at the elf. He fell asleep and dreamed of nothing.
Chris’s mom went to work early in the morning, so he heard nothing from her but early that morning, boy, did his dad get angry. “So I heard a loud crash last night...but I suppose you have nothing to do with it, right?” “No...uh…” “Then how come there’s glass in the trash can? Ghosts?” “No, it was the uh...uhm… the elf!!!” The father slaps his knee and starts laughing hysterically. “You got your humor from your father, eh?” “Boy, tell me what really happened, NOW!” “Im not kidding” Chris replied in a pitiful voice “Well I’m going to talk to your mother about your punishment. You ate all of her Christmas cookies too!” Chris hung his head as he walked back up to his room, dreading having to somehow get a phone for an elf. He saw Peter in his room and after conversing for a good while learned that after telling Chris not to eat the cookies, Peter had eaten the cookies! “I’ll tell your boss!” Chris threatened “No! — oh wait I think I have something to tell Mr. C too,” Peter said. “Maybe we should just call it even?”
“Fine.” Chris said, “But I’ll still get presents right?” “Right” Peter nodded. “Pinky promise?” “Pinky Promise.”
By Savannah Watkins, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
Peter rubbed his gloves eagerly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Wellll….”. ¨I want tickets to see a Winston-Salem Dash game" said, Peter.
"Why would you want to go see a Dash game Peter, you´re an elf.¨. "Well I've always wanted to see one, let me have dreams.", Peter hissed at the kid.
Whining the kid said ¨But how am I supposed to get Dash game tickets, IN DECEMBER, it´s not even baseball season Peter.
"Well we can always go this summer", Peter cried.
"Yea and how stupid will I look holding an elf on the shelf in the middle of summer, huh?".
The kid was thinking about how stupid this was, but he really didn´t want Peter to tell on him to Santa because he was really looking forward to his gifts and he had worked so hard to be good. Finally, after many silent minutes of thought, the kid said "I guess I could try and pull some strings and get my parents to get us tickets, they know I love baseball and we have gone before so".
"I´m just not sure how in the world I'm going to get you into the game Peter".
"Well can you try? Like maybe you could add that onto your Christmas list or ask for it for your birthday".
It´s not that easy to just ask for tickets, the kid thought. Maybe he could ask Grandma and tell her that he wants to surprise his parents. He just didn't understand why Peter, an elf, would want to go see a baseball game anyway. And couldn’t he just ask Santa? The kid told Peter he would find a way to get him into a Winston-Salem Dash game but in the meantime, Peter couldn't say one word to Santa about being naughty.
"Are you absolutely sure that you can keep this a secret Peter", the kid begged.
"Yes!", Peter concluded. The kid then went back to bed and thoroughly thought out his plan.
That morning when the kid woke up he was so glad to realize that his whole encounter with Peter, the elf on the shelf, was all a dream. The kid went and woke up his parents with a simple question, “Do elves like baseball?"
By Noel McHone, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
Peter rubbed his gloves eagerly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Wellll…. “I’ve been thinking of something very special”. Peter rubbed his chin and he yelled “A new phone!” The kids face got red and looked like he was almost about to faint. Peter eyes got big "Kid, you okay?” Peter opened his eyes "There is no way I can buy that for you, I don’t have any money” Peter frowned “It’s okay kid. I was just hoping.”
“You know what Peter, I will figure out a way to get you a phone”
Peters face lit up. “If you can figure out a way to get me my Christmas wish the secret will stay between us.”
The kid ran straight to his parent’s room and looked in the secret money drawer and there it was $500. The kids face lit up so big, Peter then fell asleep thinking about the kid’s promise. Peter shook “Woah” he heard a door slam shut.
Hours later the kid walked in with nothing in his hands. Peter’s face turned from an excited smile to a bulky frown. Peter then didn’t know what to say “Hey kid, you okay?” The kid then looked up and Peter was sitting on the top of the Christmas Tree “Oh yeah, I guess so”. And then he walked quietly to his room.
The next morning when everyone woke up, Peter was now sitting on top of some presents. Looks like no new phone for me, though the elf. So Just then, Peter’s phone rang. It was Santa. With a frightened look on his face, he answered “Hello”. From around the corner the kid listened to the call. The kid had a cheerful smile, yet mischievous on his face.
The next morning was Christmas. Peter didn’t get much sleep last night because he was helping Santa prepare presents for the family. When Santa left Peter noticed something that wasn’t there before. He found beautifully wrapped box with a name tag that said “For Peter, Thank you for everything you have done for me. I have used my savings money and bought you your Christmas present! Love, your kid.” Peter’s eyes filled with tears at the special gift. He knew that he would never think of being an elf as a “job” anymore.
By Emma Mabe, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
“Welll…. I’ve been working for Santa for quite a few years. 25 years to be exact, and honestly, it’s getting pretty boring. So what I want you to do is help me get to Wake Forest University.”
“How am I supposed to do that!?” the kid exclaimed. Peter looked at the kid and started to think. How are WE supposed to do that? Thought the elf.
“Well you have to apply, and you have to get money to pay for it.” the kid explained. Peter looked at the kid again and said, “This is going to be harder than I thought it would be.” “Yeah, where are we going to get $74,424?” asked the kid. “I could get it from Santa” peter explained. “Do you really think he’d give it to you?” asked the kid. “Sure. I’ve been a great elf, and Santa always wants the best for us!”
The kid sat on the floor while Peter made a call to Santa for the money. He explained his situation and discussed his plans for the future. “Santa was very excited at the possibility of having a Wake Forest graduate on his team!”,exclaimed Peter.
They had already got the money but since he didn’t have time to apply the kid decided to just take him there and let him do the rest. The kid called the Admissions Department and explained his predicament. They set up an in-person interview immediately. The kid hopped on his bike with Peter on his back and began the 4-mile journey to the home of the Demon Deacons.
“Thank you so much for this” Peter said as the kid was pedaling. “You’re very welcome.”
The kid dropped him off but before he waved goodbye the elf gave him a small box, and in the box was a sticker that read: Proud Friend of a Wake Forest Elf.
By Serena Lester, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
Peter rubbed his gloves eagerly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Well…I wouldn’t mind seeing the old Salem gardens. I have always loved gardens .” Sighed the elf.
“Now how in the world am I going to take you to Winston Salem anyways?” The boy asked. The elf looked around the room and tapped his foot. Then out of the blue pulled out a little vile. ”Drink.” The elf demanded. The vile was so small, about the size of the boy’s thumb. “But wh-”,
“ Just drink it.” the elf interrupted. The boy gulped and look at the mini-sized vile and look back at the elf.
The elf watched as he swallowed the shiny liquid inside. “What was the point in that?” the boy asked. “Just wait.” laughed the elf. A few seconds later the boy started to glow, the elf grinned as the boy panicked looking at his hands and body shrink. As soon as the transformation had finished the boy started to scream. “ What have you done to me?’ he shouted.
“I did something to help you help me,” he replied. “Now, no questions. Grab my arm.” the elf had demanded and the boy did as he was told. “For this to work just do what I say. I know that you have been to the garden, and I know you know where it is. I just need you to close your eyes, picture the place in your mind and snap your fingers.” he explained.
The boy was confused at first but he did was he was told. He closed his eyes and pictured the fountains and the beautiful flowers. Then when he opened his eyes he saw what he had pictured. Everything was more amazing at night. It was so gorgeous and he could understand why the elf wanted to see it so bad. “Thank you.” the Elf replied. The elf and the boy stayed an explored for about an hour or so and then the elf said it was time to go.
"Your parents will worry if I don’t get you back" so, The boy felt the elf’s hand on his arm and in a snap, they were back by the cookies. “Well thank you for the little adventure, but its time I go back. Try to stay out of trouble,” he said. And in a snap, he was gone. But he left something behind. A little vile that had said, “ drink me.” The boy drank the dull boring liquid and changed back to normal. Then he put the cookies away.
By Ashlyn James, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
Peter rubbed his gloves eagerly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Wellll…. It is not going to be extremely easy for me to tell you, I will have to give you clues for you to find if you don’t want me to tell Santa. First I am going to tell you it is a restaurant down here in Winston Salem, you just have to figure out which one." The kid looked confused, then said "So you’re telling me that I need to get my mom to drive me to get you food at the correct restaurant before Christmas arrives in 3 days?
"Yes, you have got it exactly right,” Peter said. The kid had no idea how to figure out what kind of food an elf might want.
The next morning the kid woke up at 9:00 a.m. and put on his clothes. He ran downstairs and looked Peter in his new spot. He was hanging onto the laundry bin. The kid looked at the elf and said "Hey Peter, I know you wanted me to get you something for Christmas, so I talked mom into taking me to a restaurant for you". Peter responded "Okay, see you whenever you get back and I will be waiting". So off the kid and his mom went.
After going out in Winston Salem, the kid had told his mom all about how Peter talked to him and what he planned to do. His mom said "I always told you that Peter was real and you did not believe me".
So hours passed and they arrived home. Peter was still where he was when they left and the kid ran as fast as he could to get to him. "Hey Peter, wake up, I have something for you" The kid said. Peters eyes glared from the light above him and he said "What did you bring for me?" The kid smiled with a pleasant look. "I have brought you Wendys" he said. Peter looked in a into the bag and exclaimed "That is sweet, but not quite the place I had in mind ".
Later that day when the kid went up to his room, he was wondering what restaurant Peter could have been wanting the food from. It was difficult to figure out he thought but he had a good idea stored in his mind. He jumped out of his bed and went straight to his mom.
Hours later they arrived at Popeyes. The kid ordered the food for Peter. They got back home he ran straight to the elf. He announced "I think I finally found what you have been wanting all along, a greasy chicken sandwich from Popeyes". Peter shouted "Yes, that is correct and Santa will not receive a call from me this year. Thank you so much, Merry Christmas!!"
By Matthew Edwards, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
“Peter rubbed his gloves eagerly, a mischievous glint in his eye. , Well….’”
He continued, “I’ve been eying this place called Hanes Mall and think that it would be fun to relocate there next year. You’d be surprised by how many people act a fool over a piece of clothing.”
The boy was confused and sought a question, ”Why would you want to give up on a loving family that needs you?” After a short pause, Peter exclaimed, “I want to meet new families, and help the parents raise good children. Effect lives in abundance.”
The boy could feel his tears coming, but he knew it was best to just let him go. “I will miss you very much, Peter.” A tear gracefully rolled down his cheek. Peter replied, “I will miss you too.” He was his elf since he was just a boy. Every time he was around him he felt a special bond, and now he knows what it was.
The boy said, “I don’t know why this had to happen so abruptly, I wish I knew before. We could’ve had so much fun, why does it have to end this way?” Peter glared off into the distance, and whispered, “I’ll always remember you.” The boy completely forgot about the cookies he was going to get, said his goodbyes, and went up to his room. He did not sleep well that night, the thought of Peter leaving. When he awoke the next morning he tried to talk to Peter, but he was nowhere to be found. That night was the last time the boy saw his elf, Peter.
By Joseph Jones, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
"Well... what I would really like is some good old Krispy Kreme. I mean it did originate here,didn’t it?"
“What do I get out of this deal?” the boy mumbled.
"I don ́t call Santa, and you don ́t wake up with sticks and coal for Christmas instead of presents.”
The kid didn't like being blackmailed very much but if he could get presents he would do the task at hand for the elf.
The next morning the boy went to get doughnuts, but it was just his luck that he didn’t have enough money for them. The elf wasn’t too happy about it, and he continued to threaten the boy. Things were getting more anxious.
The boy tried to tell his parents, but they laughed in his face and told him to calm down. He did, at least manage to get money from his parents and now he could afford the doughnuts.
As he reached the store he saw a little sign hanging saying "Closed for the holidays.” This tore him up inside! He began to walk home when he saw a Krispy Kreme box laying on the ground and an idea popped in his head as he ran to the grocery store. He arrived home with a ¨fresh box of doughnuts¨, the ones he had grabbed from the grocery store. He had placed them in the Krispy Kreme box and he was going to give them to the elf. This was a master plan! It was fool proof! When he gave them to the elf nothing happened. He didn't budge, he didn’t move. Nothing.
A few days later mom took the elf and put him up till next year. The boy realized that it had all been a figment of his imagination. His conscience had got the best of him when he started feeling guilty for sneaking cookies. He began to crack a smile as he thought about what he had done the past few days for an elf that hadn’t moved an inch on his own.
By Savannah Gwyn , eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
“Wellllll……. I want a famous CHOCOLATE ENROBED PEPPERMINT HOLIDAY SHAPED MORAVIAN COOKIE, FROM THAT GOOD OLD DEWEY’S BAKERY!” the elf exclaimed.
“Be quiet! Mom and dad are asleep.” whispered the little boy.
Shaking his head in agreement, Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp 20-dollar bill and handed it to the kid.
“I just HAVE to have them” said the elf.
“But… how I’m going to get there?” replied the boy.
Peter said “That’s not my problem anymore. But you better figure it out or Santa will know about you-know-what.”
The kid got his older sister to take him to the store the next day to get the cookies for Peter. Peter was really happy and ate an entire pack of cookies! He saved the other pack for Santa. He wrapped them in beautiful paper and wrote “From Peter.. And his friend in Winston Salem” on the tag.
By Destany Marsh , eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
“Well ….. I really want a Moravian Star.”
“Oh! I could go to Old Salem and get one, they make them by hand and they are very popular at Christmas.” said the kid.
“The Moravian Star is a decoration that is popular in Germany, in America, and in and Europe… really any where there are Moravian congregations. The stars take their English name from the Moravian Church, originating in Moravia” said the elf.
“Well what are you gonna do with it ?” said the kid.
“I want to hang it on my front porch for Christmas? It will be the most unique decoration in the Elf Village.” said the elf.
“Yes, that’s a great idea!!!” Replied the kid. “I’m going to have to get my grandmother to take me because I have no other way to get there.”
“How are you going to get the money?” the elf questioned.
“I have a plan on my own” the kid said with a sneaky grin on his face.
While at Old Salem the young boy explained to his grandmother that he wanted to purchase a Moravian Star for someone very special. “Is it your teacher? Your best friend” asked his grandmother, but the boy refused to tell.
On Christmas morning the children were all opening their gifts as Grandma smiled watching their excitement. “Oh!!! By the way, who was that secret gift for?” whispered Grandma.
“It was for a great friend that got me into the Christmas spirit” replied the kid. And as he looked up at the elf, Peter gave him a wink.
By Seth Emory, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
Peter rubbed his gloves eagerly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Well, I have an addiction to seafood. I want you to go to a restaurant called Ryan’s and get me a dish called live lobster.” The kid knew that he was lucky because it was his birthday tomorrow. And they always go out to eat for his birthday. Still, a little bit shook up he ran upstairs and got in his bed.
In the morning his mom woke him up and asked him where he would like to go for his birthday. He remembered the incident last night and what the elf said. The kid said, “Let’s go to Ryan’s.”
Later, the kid went into the kitchen. He opened the fridge then he heard a quiet short sound “pssst”. It was the elf. “Hey, up here kid. When are you going to get the goods?”
“Tonight,” he said, “I promise.”
Later that night they went to the restaurant. The kid placed his order and got a to-go box of lobster. When they got home he went to his room and waited for his mom and dad to go to bed. Then he went down the stairs to the kitchen. This time Peter wasn’t on the fridge, instead, he was in the cabinet. So the kid climbed up near the cabinets, put the box beside the doll and went upstairs.
The next morning he ran down the stairs and looked under the tree. There were many presents under it and in the trash was the take outbox. It had a little note it read,“Till next year kid.”
By Benjermin Cardwell, eighth grade, Piney Grove Middle School
The small elf explained how he has had a long year and only dreamt of Krispy Kreme Doughnuts since Winston Salem is the home of the delicious treat.
The boy sighed from exhaustion and frustration, but agreed out of desperation.
The boy only had a couple of days to retrieve the “gift” for the elf. Luckily he had saved up his allowance and had enough money.
The elf sat and waited for his scrumptious, mouth-watering treat.
The next day the boy asked his mother to drive him to Krispy Kreme to buy 2 dozen doughnuts as an early Christmas present to everyone in the family.
After the boy got home with the doughnuts he found the little elf on top of the refrigerator, but it was too risky to give the elf his doughnut now.
“No, not yet” said the boy to his little friend. They both knew the treat would have to wait. Hours later, the boy quietly and carefully gave a doughnut to the small elf who was grateful. After the elf ate the doughnut he paused and smiled, and then disappeared. The boy was puzzled, but realized that it was so nice to see his little elf so happy. The elf had taught the boy a wonderful lesson, that Christmas is more about giving than receiving!
By Colten Williams, 8, Lewisville Elementary
Well, how about some Krispy Kreme doughnuts. The boy tried to convince his parents to buy some doughnuts because it is Christmas time and they did.
Peter enjoyed the doughnuts. Then he asked to go to the Nutcracker the musical. So the boy had Peter jump into his book bag. Peter enjoyed watching the Nutcracker, so he didn’t tell Santa about the boy sneaking cookies.
By Mason Mark Osborne, 8, Lewisville Elementary
“Well maybe the way to get me out of the house I can go get some Krispy Kreme doughnuts.”
The kid said “how about another elf on the shelf to replace you? But first, I will need to convince mom and dad to get another elf.
That sounds like a great plan said Peter. So the boy begged and begged and begged his parents, they finally gave in after he told them his reason for a new elf.
His reason was Peter was old, dirty and torn. After the boy got a new elf on the shelf, he took Peter to Krispy Kreme. Peter ordered a strawberry sprinkle doughnut. Then Peter went back to the North Pole and made sure the boy was on the good list.
By Kendell Rae Lester, 8, Lewisville Elementary
I want a puppy for Christmas, because I want someone cute to play with for Christmas. And I want a dog to play with my dog Honey. I would play all day with the puppy. I want to get a girl puppy. And I will name it Rose. If you can get me a dog, I will not tell santa about getting the cookies this time. If it happens again I will tell Santa.
By Sadie Batista, Lewisville Elementary
Well when Peter the Elf asked for something he didn’t say what he wanted.
So I asked him do you want to go to the public library to get some books. The elf said yes, so I convinced my mom and dad to take me to the library to get some books.
Peter the Elf hopped in the bag and they all went to the library. I got some of the elf’s favorite books like elf on the shelf books, Santa books and even the North Pole books.
I signed out the books for us and went home. When we got home then Peter the Elf said thank you. Peter the Elf went to my room and he read all the books. The end.
By D.J. Murphy, 8, Lewisville Elementary
Well I know something you can get me, you can get me a new friend. If you ask your mom or dad to make your brother to take you to the toy store so you can get a new elf.
That way I can go out and play and he can watch you guys. So the boy found a elf on the shelf at the toy store and he brought it home.
Now I can go outside, and play. Peter the Elf did not tell Santa about trying to steal the cookies.
By Alice Marker, 8, Lewisville Elementary
Well I wanted some legos so I said let me go back to bed and I will see what I can get you. So I went back to bed as I was going my bed I watched Peter.
The next day I woke up and I asked my mom for some money. So I was on my way and at the store I looked over and see elves on the shelf and I thought Peter said all he wants is freedom.
So I bought an elf on the shelf when I got home I switched Peter with the clone elf and I took Peter to see the Tanglewood Festival of Light. They were beautiful. When we got home Peter said Thank You and I went to bed.
By Emilio Coyoy, 8, Lewisville Elementary
“Well I Krispy Kreme donuts,” said Peter.
“What kind do you like?” said the boy.
“Chocolate,” said Peter.
The dog started backing, ruff ruff ruff.
“OK,” said the boy, “I’ll ask my mom.”
So the next day his mom took him out and they got a dozen donuts, half chocolate half vanilla. The boy gave Peter the donuts. But Peter didn’t want it. He said he wanted 2 dozens, both dozens had to be all chocolate, so the boy asked his mom. But she said “you have to pay me back,” so the boy paid his mom $27.56. So she got him the donuts. The boy said I am not doing it again. The elf liked the donuts. So the elf gave the boy a lego set.
By Cameron Brown, 9, Lewisville Elementary
Well I want to come to your Christmas program at school. I will have to get into something I can fit into. The boy will bring me to the school program. But we have to replace Peter with another elf on the shelf!
By Vivien Martin, 8 years old, Lewisville Elementary School
Well … I would like my freedom. But how? Maybe you can replace me with a doll dressed up like me. I bet now that I have freedom you can take me to your Nutcracker play.
But first we have to get one of your sisters dolls and dress it up like me so no one will notice. Now the boy and the dog walked up the steps to the boys sisters room but the elf flys up the stairs and sneaks the sisters doll.
They dress up like Peter the Elf and put the doll on the frig where Peter was. Peter the Elf said that his favorite play was the Nutcracker and the boy thought that was perfect because today at school he was going to do a Nutcracker play.
The boy snuck Peter in his book bag and the next morning they went to school. When it was time for the play the boy took Peter backstage where he could stay during the play. When the play was dune they put the boy’s sisters doll back and replaced it with Peter without any one knowing. Peter loved the play.
By Drew Vance, 8, Lewisville Elementary School
Well what is your favorite thing? My favorite is watching basketball. I will give you a ticket to a Wake Forest Basketball Game.
When is the game?
You can go to any game you want.
When Peter and the kid got there the game had already started. Wake Forest was playing NC State. The kid had to hide Peter in his coat. At halftime Peter got overheated and jumped out of the coat. The kids dad saw Peter. He asked why did an elf jump out of your coat? The kid had to explain the whole thing to his dad. We can leave Peter here and get a new elf on the shelf. But you’re grounded.
So is it a deal.
By Holly Hawks, 8, Lewisville Elementary School
Well, I want to go outside and see what the big world’s like. I want to see what people like to do. I need another elf if I am going to do that, please boy help me do that. Here’s the plan. I need you to ask your mom or dad to call Santa. Then ask whoever called Santa to give you the phone so you can talk to Santa in private. I will tell you what to say and then the new elf will put you on the nice list so I will get hwat I want and get your legos.
By Addilyn Smith, 8, Lewisville Elementary School
Well, I want you to take me to the public library and get me some Christmas books from Lewisville, and get me some Krispy Kreme donuts, but… without touching me.
You could put me in a bag that can hold books, but you cannot tell your parents what you have in the bag, But you can only say it’s going to hold books. Well… we have to get me out of the house without Santa noticing. Maybe… we could get another elf on the shelf to replace me. Do you live close by to these things? Can you walk there?
If you say yes I will stop the sun and the clock so we can go to those places and be back in time so you can still have in time to sleep. Is that a good plan, like a really really really good plan! Oh and I almost forgot something I want you to get me some Wendy’s food with an activity that will go with it. I want a hamburger or an cheeseburger, it doesn’t matter, and with some French fries and chocolate milk for my drink and for my dessert I want a slushy and a straw for both drinks.
Are you good with that plan? And are you going to promise not to forget anything? You can write these things down while I say them one more time, Do you agree? The boy followed the elf’s directions perfectly, so he got his legos for Christmas. The end.
By Teresa A. McGee, age 58
“Wait!” said Jenny, the kid, “You’re moving and talking! Just wait till I tell Mom and Dad!”
Peter was caught. He glowered at Jenny as she smirked at him.
Then Jenny grinned conspiratorially, “Let’s make a deal! I’ll get you what you want. You’ll give me anything I ask!”
“Okaaayyy…” Peter said uncertainly. “My two best friends are getting married. They love Winston-Salem. Get me these gifts to give them for a wedding present.” Peter snapped his fingers. A scroll appeared in Jenny’s hand.
She read the list. “This’ll be easy! My Mom shops there all the time!” Jenny frowned, “But I’m not spending my allowance!”
Peter waved his hand. A roll of money appeared in Jenny’s other hand. She giggled, “First a flip phone; now cash!”
Ignoring that comment, Peter asked uneasily. “Now what do you want?”
Jenny motioned him down, then whispered in his ear. Peter spluttered, “But you’ve never met…! The invitations are…!”
“Mom!” Jenny yelled.
“Santa might say no…!”
“Dad!” Jenny called.
“Okay! Okay!” Peter glowered at her as she gave him a smug grin.
The next evening…
Carrying a shopping bag, Jenny slipped into the family room. Peter was waiting beside the Creche.
“You got it?” they asked each other.
Jenny gave him the bag. “Yep. Mom loves that store!”
Peter looked through the bag and smiled. He then handed Jenny a golden envelope. “They are my best friends!”
She ripped the envelope open, read the card inside and grinned. Then they exchanged fist bumps.
December 26th at the North Pole was a day of merriment. Everyone was celebrating Dudley and Penelope’s wedding.
The reception was in full swing. The happy couple had opened every gift but the three from Peter.
Penelope opened the smallest one. “Look, Dudley! It’s a Winston-Salem skyline ornament from Dewey’s Bakery!”
Dudley opened the next biggest present. “Hey, Penny! Matching 14-ounce stainless steel travel mugs from Dewey’s Bakery! Peter knows we love our hot cocoa HOT!”
Together they opened the largest one. “A taste of North Carolina box from Dewey’s Bakery!” they exclaimed. Smiling they read the note on the packing slip, “May your love forever sparkle like a Christmas light! May your life together be merry and bright!”
“Thank you, Peter!” said Penelope.
“But you were on Shelf Elf duty,” said Dudley, “How did you manage to get us such great gifts from Winston-Salem?”
Peter smiled slyly. “Let’s just say me and my special guest know how to make a deal!”
He then sent a thumbs up to Jenny who was dancing with Santa.
By Judie Holcomb-Pack, age 71, and Robin H. Hurdle, age 56
The kid’s eyes narrowed as he tapped his foot. “Obviously, you’re not Santa’s real helper if you don’t even have an iPhone. Why would Santa use an elf when he could get a spycam off Amazon for less than twenty bucks. What kind of an elf are you?”
Peter sighed. “Do you want presents or not?”
The kid glared at Peter. “Maybe we can work something out. You know, a quid pro quo.”
“Kid, you’ve been watching too much CNN.”
The elf changed the subject. “Santa says there are some good things in Winston-Salem. And there’s something I really want.”
“Moravian cookies from the Winkler Bakery in Old Salem?” the kid asked.
Peter nodded, “Maybe ...”
“But I would have to go in a car. I’m just a kid. I don’t have a driver’s license.
“Well, what else you got?”
“There’s neat stuff at Kaleideum.”
“But I would have to take the bus and I don’t have money for bus fare.”
“What about those electric scooters?”
“You need a credit card to use them. And I don’t have a credit card.”
“Kid, it’s not looking good for you.”
“How about a Krispy Kreme doughnut? Krispy Kreme is on Stratford Road. I could ride my bike!” Then he remembered, “But my mom doesn’t allow me to cross the street by myself.”
“Well, that does present a problem, doesn’t it? And I do have Santa on speed dial …”
“No wait! Maybe if we go for a walk, I’ll think of something.” Quickly he grabbed the dog’s leash and attached it to his collar and said, “Let’s go!”
The kid snatched up Peter, went out the door and started walking up Miller Street. He spotted his grandmother in front of her house admiring all the lights across the porch and the mixture of Christmas, Hanukkah and Kwanza ornaments on the lawn. His grandmother liked to cover all bases when it came to the holidays.
“Sweetie, where are you going?” Grandmother said as she reached down to scratch the dog’s head. “Do you want to come in for some cookies and milk? I just made some chocolate chip. And who is that cute little thing with you?”
“Hey, Gigi. This is Peter the Elf on the Shelf. I’m trying to find something he really likes here in Winston-Salem. He said if I don’t figure it out, he’s going to tell Santa that I haven’t been good and I’m going to get sticks for Christmas.”
“Hmm … a talking elf. I haven’t talked to an elf since your mother was a child. Come inside and let’s discuss it.”
Grandma reached out and gave the kid a big hug. Then, giving Peter a sly wink, she gave him a hug, too. “Let’s all have some cookies and milk.”
Looking at the kid, Peter said, “I feel so warm inside. This must be what love feels like. Kid, you’re back on Santa’s good list.”
Winking, Peter whispered to Gigi, “And the tradition continues.”
By Larry Roth, age 77
Peter rubbed his gloves eagerly, a mischievous glint in his, “Welllll…
The kid sat silent, then blurted: “My favorites are Chuck E. Cheese and the Kaleideum!”
“Nope,” smiled Peter. “I’m older than I look.”
“Ohh, sighed the kid. “Maybe a ticket to the Symphony or Piedmont Opera or Winterfest or the Red Sea of Sound or a Ramkat Show?”
“A ticket to a play at the Little Theater or Theater Alliance or UNCSA or Wake Forest?”
“A shopping spree at Hanes Mall or Thruway or Pavillions?”
“A burger from Hub, fine dining at Ryan’s, or an enchilada from the Taco Loco food truck?”
“I’m not a foodie,” said Peter, with his fingers crossed.
“A panoramic view from a tall downtown building or Hanging Rock?”
“Ice skating? Bowling? Golf? Tennis? Axe throwing?”
“A crafts fair? Cricket’s Nest?” Piedmont Craftsmen?”
“A bike ride around Salem Lake or Pilot Mountain?”
“Tai Chi? Yoga? Belly Dancing Classes?”
“Pastry from Dewey’s or Camino or Krispy Kreme?”
“Nice, but no.”
“A beautiful candle as a souvenir of Old Salem?”
“Not my thing, even cinnamon-scented.”
“A date with a Salem College co-ed?”
“I’m allowed to date only elves,” Peter said wistfully.
“A Wake forest basketball or football game? A Bowman Gray Stadium auto race?”
“Not for me.”
“A visit to Reynolda House, MESDA, SECCA, or Sawtooth?”
“A dog show? Gun show? Coin show? The Carolina Classic Fair?”
“A Christmas service at one of our many churches?”
“I’m sure they’re beautiful, but…”
“A feel-good movie at Aperture, Marketplace or the Grand?”
“I’m not into movies.”
“A cycle on a Greenway, a pedal on the Tour Bus, or a downhill dash on an electric scooter?”
“You’re getting warmer. I like to ride.”
“I’ve got it! Screamed the kid so softly that he didn’t wake his parent. “A hayride through the Tanglewood Festival of Lights!”
“Oh, please, get me that!” cried Peter. “And take as many cookies as you like. Santa will never know!”