Every family has some decorations that have a history. In my family, especially between my sister and me, it is elves. When we were growing up, my mother had these ugly little green cloth elves that you push their legs up between their arms. After I left and started on my own, my mother gave me the elves. One Christmas, my sister saw that I had the elves. She was upset because she said that our mother had promised them to her. Of course I insisted that possession was 9/10ths of the law and my mother had given them to me. My mother claims that she doesn’t remember promising them to my sister.
One year back in the 80s, I was out shopping. I was looking at Christmas decorations when I came across ugly little green cloth elves. Being the nice older sister that I am, I bought a set of the elves and presented them to my sister at Christmas. But no, those elves weren’t good enough- she didn’t want those elves, she wanted the original elves. I eventually relented and gave her the elves as a trade for the replacement ones.
My sister’s son Brandon now has possession of the original elves. He claims they are his. One time when my brother was home, we were all having dinner at my sister’s house and the elves came up. Brandon brought the original ones out and they look pretty beat up. My fake elves look in pretty good shape for being about 25 years old. I am hanging onto them because I know one day when the original elves fall apart, my sister is going to say, “but you gave those elves to me.”