Look who showed up in Bamboo Forrest!

_Elsa_

Elsa really has no idea what to search for next. She’s just about ready to close her laptop when the phone rings. 

“Hi Elsa, are you busy?” asks Tiffi. “I could sure use your help. I’m in Bamboo Forrest right now and can’t even explain what I’m seeing or what’s going on. Would you be able to meet me here?” 

Of course, she’ll help her buddy Tiffi. Elsa tells her that she’s leaving the house now. 

A short while later, Elsa arrives at Bamboo Forrest and she can’t believe her eyes.

“What’s going on?” Elsa thinks to herself. “Tiffi is right! How can anyone explain this?” 

Tiffi doesn’t need to introduce any of them to Elsa because she already knows who they are, Santa Claus, Elf on the shelf, Cupid, a Leprechaun, the Easter Bunny, and the tooth fairy. 

“Elsa, you can close your mouth now,” Tiffi says with a chuckle. “I was just as surprised as you. It seems that they all got together here because they have found a problem with children becoming adults and not believing in any of them anymore. There are pros and cons from psychology research and parents on whether children should believe in these fantasies.” 

Santa, being the eldest of the group, wants to share some things with Elsa. 

“What’s not to love about being me?,” Santa asks. “I read this online and it doesn’t seem to paint me as a really great guy.” 

‘He’s an elderly man who wants to live out the rest of his days giving out presents to the children of the world—and even you!—bringing boundless joy on Christmas Day. All he asks for in return is the chance to spy on you every minute of every day so he can find out if you’re worthy of his generosity. Find yourself on his “nice” list and he’ll sneak into your house at night and leave goodies behind.

Even creepier? Over time, Santa has become a mishmash of different figures from different cultures—Saint Nicholas, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle—but the worst of them all? Wodēn, a culture-spanning god who was known to lead the Wild Hunt during Yule, a Pagan event held mid-winter.

The Wild Hunt was essentially a parade of supernatural hunters who tore through the sky, and seeing it meant that disaster was surely near.’ (Source) 

“What about me?” asks the Easter Bunny. “I read this online and I don’t like what they call me – that giant bunny!” 

Let’s continue - What are they saying? 

Start at the beginning – A story about childhood imagination and make believe