The Littlest Christmas Goat Trilogy

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“Mom! I can’t find him anywhere!” Janie stumped down the attic stairs, empty-handed.
“That’s ok, I got us something new.”
“Elf on a Shelf is a Christmas tradition!”
“We have to change with the times. It’s been a rough couple of years.” Mom pulled the new tradition out of its paper bag. “Isn’t he cute?”
Janie looked doubtfully at the curving horns, tiny fangs and sharp cloven hooves. She read the tag. “He sees you when you’re sleeping.
“Go hide him, Janie!” her Mom tossed the tiny goat her way.
“Ouch!”  Something sliced Janie’s hand.
The goat’s eyes glittered.

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