So I head to my own tree to find help. Let me tell you, this is no easy trick. I put up some of the ornaments, but I also had some help from youngest son and his two pals. I search high and low, far and wide (okay, not that far and wide - It's a medium-sized fake tree). Nestled deep in the synthetic limbs I locate the red-haired dynamo.
Yes, yes. If anyone can assist Yukon Cornelius, it is this guy.
Watch out, Elf. We're coming for you. And when we do find you, trust me: Nobody, and I do mean no body (wink wink nudge nudge) will find you. So keep running little elf. This next chalk outline is for you.
LIMERICKS TO TROLL IN A BOWL
To thwart the Shelf Elf is our goal,
His evil is beyond control.
Instead we do find
A teeny behind
That belongs to the Troll in a Bowl.
Shelf Elf has an ugly dark soul,
And he smells like a cheese casserole.
He hides in the tree
Acting all Christmas-y,
But he's no match for Troll in a Bowl!
(Yes, the first time I saw the back of this ornament, I was equally disturbed. You're welcome.)