I had imaginary elves that lived in my tissue box. A whole lot of them too. They were tiny, no bigger than a pill bottle. They were indeed Santa's elves, but of course had nothing to do during the off-season. They traveled back and forth from the North Pole to St. George through a small hole in the wall at my school. I remember them named Bubba, B.J. and Ty. I remember one who was the smallest one of all, but I don't recall his name. I am also sorry to say that he passed away on his way back from the North Pole after Christmas one year.
Here's to you: Melissa, Bobba & Willie.
Did any of you have imaginary loved ones?
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