Monday, December 8, 2008

Meet Mr. Peeps



This is Mr. Peeps. He arrived at our house straight from the North Pole on the day after Thanksgiving. He brought with him this note:

Christmas is approaching, and this is the day
Santa has sent Mr. Peeps to your house to stay.

He send this small elf to your house and mine.
The day after Thanksgiving. He must be on time.

Mr. Peeps has a purpose. His purpose will be,
To whisper to Santa all the good that he sees.

Soon after he gets here, he moves only at night
To high places, low places, he stays in plain sight.

In the kitchen, for instance, he sits high on a shelf.
Mr. Peeps can sit anywhere, for he is an elf.

He holds very still when he thinks you are watching.
His magic is precious, it fades with one touching.

He sits on the tree on Christmas Eve day.
He knows that Santa is soon on his way.

He waits and he waits without making a noise.
He waits until Santa arrives with the toys.

So you better be nice and mind what you say
Because Mr. Peeps will tell Santa when he comes with his sleigh.

Once Christmas is here and Santa has come,
Mr. Peeps must leave, for his job is well done.

But, he will return next year on the very same day,
To watch your behavior as you work and play.

- Sharon Reynolds


The children are completely enamored with this elf.

Grace noticed him first, sitting on a bookcase in our living room. Her reaction was priceless. She stopped still in her tracks, stared at him for a long moment, then started waving and talking to him while jumping up and down and circling him like a curious animal. "Heh-wo! Hi! Heh-wo!" Giggle, giggle, giggle. It was awesome.

Jacob greeted our new visitor with intellectual curiosity and a hundred questions. "But Mom, where did he come from? How did he get here? Is that true?" Ultimately, he decided this was fun.

Isaac, however, was traumatized. He thinks Mr. Peeps is alive, and he was terrified that the elf would come into his bedroom at night. After much crying on his part, and many reassurances on my part that I would make sure Mr. Peeps didn't enter his room, he finally agreed to go to bed.



Now Mr. Peeps is the first thing on the children's minds when they get up in the morning. They race downstairs to see where he is today and who can find him first. Even Grace plays this game. She has dubbed him "Pop" and waves to him every day. "Heh-wo! Heh-wo, Pop!" Giggle.


I love Christmas.


*another great idea from that Institute parenting class

2 comments:

Kelly said...

LOVE this idea....very cute!

Wu said...

I can't wait to steal all of your wonderful ideas! This is so fun. The kids will remember that this for the rest of their lives.