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Clyde's Christmas Elves

Help us bring Clyde home.
SOLD 12 
ORDERS CLOSED
Adopt an Elf and help Clyde get the funds to bring him home.
Please donate directly to our Paypal link on our Adoption Blog.
Surprise your little one with an Elf and a letter from Santa or a card from you.
His or hers name will be added at no additional cost.

Each Elf is $15.00 Shipping included
ALL ELVES WILL BE SHIPPED AT THE END OF NOVEMBER

We can send your child or grandchild's  elf directly to them before Christmas.
Also let us know if you want to send it as a gift and we will pick out the special elf for them.
All Elves vary, some with hair, some without.  :O))))

PLEASE I ASK EVERYONE TO HELP US BRING IN THE FUNDS.
:o))) WE NEED THE FUNDS FOR CLYDE
SO PLEASE HELP

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