Return of the Elf, 2014

He waits in the dark.  This year, he has a friend.

I open my closet doors, blissfully unaware of the horror within.  We're so far into December I think that perhaps the elf has been defeated; I am a ranger caught off my guard.  At first, I do not see him there.  I bend down to grab my laundry basket.  I turn back around to shut the door, and there he sits-- I scream, genuinely frightened and surprised!  His High Evilness, his All-Seeing-Eye, has waited for this moment the whole year.

But Rudy seems nice.