Do you remember the story about the poor shoemaker and the elves? The one where the shoemaker had elves who came in at night and made up his shoes and gradually the shoemaker was able to become successful and to show his gratitude he made shoes and clothes for the elves?
I need an elf.
Maybe, I need several elves.
One elf could finish my holiday baking and replenish those homemade chocolates that seem to evaporate within minutes of me putting them into their tin.
Another elf could scramble out to the stores and finish my shopping. I'll supply the list.
Yet another elf could wrap the presents. I've got the paper. Wait. I've got some paper. Oh, shopping elf? I need to add something to your list.
And, if it's at all possible, the services of a writing elf would be appreciated. The only caveat is this elf must be a mind-reader, since I know what I want to write but I just don't seem to have enough time to write it.
Four elves. Seriously.
I can sew.