When we got home from Thanksgiving, Santa had sent his elf to watch over Rachel. She spotted him and wanted to know why he was here. So, we read the book he brought with him and talked about it. She was a little unsure of what to say or do with him. I asked her what to name him and she didn't want to. So I just let it go.Monday morning she woke up to her elf eating her M&Ms. She thought this was so funny. She told him that he was supposed to sit on her "L". I guess she thinks his "home" is above her stocking!Tuesday she woke up to find him in the Christmas tree. I started calling him Elfie by this point to try to just get her to name him. Still, NO NAME!!!