<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5b1e/xcyn0xz32q8btt86g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Oopsy Bells <br/></span></strong></div></div><br/>I’m not saying I’m the number one Christmas girl helper, but in these uncertain times it would appear that Courtney may feel that I’m a notch or two higher on the holiday totem-pole.  She hands me some cake to which I say very politely, “Thank you.”—this is for quite obvious reasons.<br/><br/>Mechelle displays a certain trust in Courtney, asking about elf life.  To add merry, but solemn veracity to all this, I simply nod in agreement.<br/><br/>“Courtney’s my go-to girl on Christmas lore.  I mean she’s from Iowa and it’s well known that Santa came from space and landed in a rocket right smack in the middle of Iowa.  For a long time he was known as Clark, but . . . ”  I shrug to create a space for Courtney’s fill-in.<br/><br/>I think who better to spread wonderful merry stories than Santa’s helper in the green outfit?<br/>