Christmas at Mammaw and Pappaw’s House

Once upon a Christmas at Mammaw and Pappaw’s house. It is a special time where elves sleep late, forget to shower, and fill themselves with all the carbs they can.

The elves loved Christmas.

One of the most anticipated parts of Christmas at Mammaw and Pappaw’s house was the biscuits and gravy in the morning. The elves talked about it all year long and were so excited for this breakfast treat.

One elf, Priscilla, was not looking forward to biscuits and gravy. In fact, she dreaded biscuits and gravy. Priscilla was a vegetarian elf, and every time her Mammaw would pour that awful sausage gravy onto her plate: her stomach flipped over.

Every year she asked for pancakes, but every year, she was overruled by her fellow elves for the biscuits and gravy.

Priscilla was tired of being ignored. This is my Christmas, too, she thought to herself. This year, Priscilla decided to take breakfast into her own hands.

Hidden by the dark of night, Priscilla snuck to the cupboard. Ever so quietly, she opened the doors and scrambled into into the mess of container and boxes. She knew exactly what she was looking for.

Silently, she pulled out her trophy. The biscuit mix. It would be hard to make biscuits without the mix. Now, they would have no choice, but to make pancakes for breakfast.

Chattering and giggles started to fill the air. The other elves were up! If they found Priscilla with the mix, they would know what happened. Then they would be upset with her and she would have to eat biscuits and gravy for breakfast. She jumped into the nearest hiding spot.

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“Biscuits and gravy time…. biscuits and gravy time!” The elves sang as they scrambled down the steps.

“This is my favorite part of Christmas!”

They wandered into the kitchen, looking for their breakfast.

“Oh, I’m a little behind this morning.” Mammaw explained, “Could you help me and go get the biscuit mix, and we’ll get it started?”

Bruce went to the cupboard to get the mix but only found….

PANCAKE MIX!

“ELVES! GET IN HERE! WE HAVE A SITUATION!”

The elves scrambled to the cupboard to witness the tragedy of the morning.

“Christmas is RUINED!” The elves cried. “What do we do? We can’t have pancakes for breakfast. Biscuits and gravy is a tradition.”

“Could Mammaw have forgotten to buy the mix?” Bryce asked.

“No, I saw it in the cupboard last night.”

“Then, it went missing… we have to find it.” Bruce proclaimed.

With that, the elves went on a hunt. A biscuit hunt, that is.

* * * * * *

The elves, disappointed, sat with their faces in their hands.

“No biscuits and gravy….”

“Where could it be? It didn’t just get up an walk away.”

* * * * * *

Priscilla had no idea the elves would be so sad about the biscuits and gravy. She had never wanted to ruin someone’s Christmas, she just wanted to make her own a little bit better.

Pancakes were not worth all of these sad faces.

Priscilla knew she needed to do something.

The elves gathered around Priscilla, “What is it?”

The biscuits!!!!!

The elves all looked around confused, how did Priscilla get the biscuits?

“I’ve never liked biscuits and gravy.” Priscilla explained. “Every year I ask for pancakes, and every year I get ignored.”

“I thought this year, if I took the biscuits, then I would definitely get my way. I didn’t think about how sad it would make everyone though. So here are the biscuits. Let’s just enjoy Christmas, and have our biscuits and gravy. I’m sorry I ruined our morning.”

The elves felt a little angry at first, but understood. They started to laugh it off, but decided that from now on, hiding breakfast is not the way to win an argument. They still had to decide what to have for breakfast though.

Bruce came up with an idea.

Mammaw, do you mind if we have both pancakes AND biscuits and gravy this year?

The elves had a very merry Christmas at Mammaw and Pappaw’s house, but not without many more adventures.

“This is the best merry-go-round EVER!”

Oops.

“What happened here?”

“He did it.”