My morning begins with loading the dishwasher, loading the washing machine, and brewing a strong cup of coffee. It is clockwork, even on the weekends. Somehow when I wake up and look around, the same kitchen that was clean and organized before I went to bed is now overflowing with dishes, clothing, paper, and leftover food. Boy, those elves sure are busy at night. It seems that they have made a resort out of chaos. Using the wooden spoons to catapult themselves up onto the ceiling fan, take a spin, land on the kitchen table, turning over every glass in sight, skating their way off the edge...
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