He made his first appearance the other night. Naming him came down to two choices: Hammer and Shoot. I voted for Hammer, as Shoot the Elf just didn't sound right. He took a spill the second night he was with us, and face-planted on the tile floor in the foyer. Apparently elves are a resilient bunch because we found him perched atop this basket in the morning.
Close call, Hammer. Thanks for the drama.
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