The difference between Mexico and the North Pole

Mexico is quite different from the North Pole.  In the North Pole, Prim would never have been able to nap in a hammock.   

 She never would have been able to wear a bathing suit. 

She never would have been able to hang out at the pool. 

She never would have been able to float, lazily, for hours. 

And she would never have been able to sample all the fine desserts at an all-inclusive resort. 

Geez, Prim.  With all that hard work, let me get you a margarita.  Bet they don't have those in the North Pole, either. 

Now boarding all first class elves...

Prim's decided that it's about time to put a check mark on the ol' bucket list.  Carpe diem.  Gather the rosebuds while she may.  Put first things first.  Strike while the iron is hot.  Eat, drink, and be merry. You get the point.   

So where does an elf go to fulfill all these proverbs? Mexico.  How does an elf get to Mexico?  She takes an airplane, of course.

Flight 232 is now boarding all first class elves...

Prim attempts to make friends with her fellow travelers.  To no avail.

A drink to calm her nerves. 
Prim prefers to travel by magic, not airplane.

Do you need more leg room, Prim?

Wait.  Isn't that weird, for a grown woman such as myself to take an elf on an airplane?  Yes. Yes it is.  It goes without saying.  Truth can be stranger than fiction.  But nothing ventured, nothing gained. 

You get the point.      

Q & A with Prim

Observe the elf in its natural holiday habitat...

Deanna: Prim, what can you tell people about this whole Elf on the Shelf tradition?
Prim: Around Christmas time, Santa sends us Scout Elves into homes, and our sole job is to watch over children’s behavior. Naughty or nice, we report it back to Santa each night. We’re always watching. 

D: That would explain why you don’t have eyelids... but I digress.  If I understand correctly, you’re saying that you’re magical?
P: Pardon me, but I’m not just a pixie. I’m an elite pixie. That’s like asking Harry Potter if he’s magical. These things are just facts.    

D: My apologies. So, what do you - an elite, magical Scout Elf - do in the elf off season?
P: I had applied to work at Tiffany’s – I’d love to take advantage of their employee discount - but my hands are tied by Santa. 

D: So back to the toy workshop it is, huh?
P: No, literally, my hands are tied. Sewn together with white, thirty weight polyester thread.

D: Oh, I see. Well, the constantly folded hands make you look quite prim and proper, Prim. But back to the question of your plans for the year.
P: I’ve decided to take a leave of absence from the whole business of the North Pole. I’m “off the shelf,” as it were. I’m thinking Mexico, Washington, D.C., some days at the spa, a little bit of everything.

D: I haven’t seen many elves with a skirt like yours. Where did you get it?
P: It’s from the Claus Couture Collection, Winter 2011. It was all the rage on the runways of the Arctic Circle.

D: What’s your favorite accessory?
P: My smile.  It complements any outfit.  And it's permanent.

D: Do you have a celebrity crush?
P: Legolas. He’s pretty much the Orlando Bloom of the elf world.  

D: Thank you for taking the time out of your busy itinerary to let our readers get to know you more. 
P: My pleasure.  Remember, naughty or nice, I'm always watching...

D: Creepy, but yes, we've established the fact that you don't have eyelids...