Too Tall to be an Elf

While waiting in a doctor’s office, a boy of about four-years-old kept looking my way. Every time I caught his eye, he’d duck down behind the row of chairs.

After a few minutes he asked his mother in a rather loud whisper “Is that man Santa?”

The mother looked at me and my bushy, white beard and smiled. I could see she was both embarrassed and trying to think of a response.

“I don’t think so, but he might be one of Santa’s elves,” she answered.

The child studied me for a minute more, and then with certainty, announced, “Nope – he’s way too tall!”