Mischievous Elf Mayhem Christmas Tree

There are so many different things to try when tradition making comes around, but I think the ones that become everyone’s favorite cant be predetermined. You know? It has to be special and awesome and something that you look forward to every year. We have 2 traditions that we LOVE. Our annual Christmas photo (massive thanks to everyone who featured our Whoville one this year!) and our elves Mortimer and Stella.

Mortimer Mistletoe and Stella Snowflake are not your typical Elf on the Shelf breed. They are sort of horrible and play tricks on everyone. In fact, I don’t think that they have ever done a single nice thing for any of us. You can see the letter that came with them here. Be warned you are venturing into the deep dark VR archives….best of luck to you!

This year we got an emergency email from Mrs. Claus because she is the head of the ERS (Elf Relocations Services)

Dear Gubler Family,

It is with great haste that I write this email. We’ve had an incident at the North Pole that we feel you need to be made aware of. A gang of elves know as the Missile Toes has disappeared. Mortimer Mistletoe was the elf that created the organization. While we believe he is not involved in the recent string of petty crimes at the North Pole, we do have reason to believe that the Missile Toes might be headed your way to try and recruit him back into a position of power.

Please be on the lookout. We are fully aware of what we are asking, but if you do encounter this group, please capture them by any means necessary. I am aware that I am asking you to break the cardinal rule of No Touching the Elves but by so doing you will freeze them until Christmas Eve at which time Santa will bring them home.

Thank you for your cooperation in this sensitive matter.

Sincerely Yours,

Mrs. Claus

Head of Elf Relocation Services

Dylan was legitimately freaked out. But as a family we were determined not to let this interfere with our holiday spirit. So we set up the tree and went on with our lives.

 

Imagine our surprise when we woke up one morning and discovered the Missile Toes had no only paid us a visit, but destroyed all of our hard work in the process.

 

If you look at the picture above you can see that an entire section of lights was missing from the middle of the tree.

 

The top of the tree had been removed entirely thanks to a rigged pulley system, this guy, and his reindeer.

 

Crude crude crude.

 

Someone was playing darts with Stella as the target (its a good thing they had bad aim, those candy canes must have been sharp!) And that white guy on the wall? Clearly possessed.

 

We figured that they came through the duct work and used our newly made tassel garland to zip line their way to the tree for safety.

 

Speaking of candy canes, there was a sword fight happening that would make Jack Sparrow proud.

 

This guy. I don’t even know what to say about him.

 

Last but not least, our star had been removed and standing atop the tree in all his twinkle light wrapped glory was Mortimer.

Dylan was the one that found them and luckily was quick to report everything to us. We email Mrs. Claus and let her know that all the elves had been frozen until Santa’s visit on Christmas Eve.

I’m pretty sure we heard her sigh of relief all the way down here.