Meet the Elves
WHO's responsible for this, you may ask. Go ahead - ask. Why, none other than your friendly neighborhood elves, freshly escaped... er, arrived from the Northern Virgina Psychiatric... er, I mean North Pole. Yeah. That's it.
We come to the Old Dominion to find signs of the Old Xmas Spirit for Old Saint Nick. And after Xmas eve the Elves will have left the building... Thank you very much.
Herbie, the Good Elf
I never wanted to be a Dentist. An established practice with Thursdays off, a membership at the Country Club, two houses and a Porsche - that was never the life. I always wanted to be an elf... to walk and talk like a regular, elf. I'm a good elf, I am.
Now I get to work, eat and sleep in close quarters with the rest of the elves, and make toys out of wood turnings I've cut from old Xmas Trees 14-16 hours a day, when I'm not spending quality time cleaning up the stalls that we elves share with the reindeer. Oh, boy! And Mr. Claus even gives us 5 grains of "magic" corn a week in wages - imagine that!
I can't even begin to think how lucky we are compared to other toymakers who have to use all of those new-fangled electronic gizmo's, that kids are always having to ask for more and more of. No siree. When a girl or boy gets one of my toys, Mr. Claus tells me they NEVER ask for another one.
Gee, I MUST be doing really GOOD WORK!
No, but Really...
We are actually residents of Fairfax, Virginia learning to do TV/video/film production and not two clearly insane elves. Some of the Xmas stuff we see in the area truly does approach the realm of Xcess, so we thought we'd make a realm (or at least a web domain) where we could show some of it off. And then we thought "Why not make a TV show...?"
OK - so "insane" is in the eye of the beholder. Let those among you who are more sane cast the first ornament...
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