About Us

When I was younger, my favorite part of Christmas was when my mom would dig out an old, battered, yet cherished book. I would feel pure magic reading the tales of children dressing up as elves on Christmas Eve to catch a glimpse of Santa, a boy eating too many mince pies, and a kitten feeling unwanted as her owner prepared for the big day.

I still have that book, and though the pages are falling apart, and the stories and language are dated, I feel the same magic as I read it to my children.

On a long, boring drive one winter, my mind wandering, I was suddenly struck with an idea that captivated me so much that I had to stop my vehicle and share it with my family back home.

I couldn't wait to start writing, hoping to recreate that same feeling of magic and excitement I had as a child.

Parents, when you read The Elf Who Thought He Could to your children, please use silly voices, however silly they make you feel. It's part of the magic.