Once upon a time, there was a little, mischievous elf. His hair was sliver-blond, his eyes were silver-blue and his smile danced between a wide open grin that announced, “It’s a joy to be alive” and a hesitant twist that said, “Oops. What did I do wrong this time?”

Not all elves have the same color hair or the same color eyes. But all elves have the same smile

This particular elf had traveled far and wide. He had swum with the Loch Ness Monster, and no less than five times, he had visited the leprechaun who polishes the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. He had been the consort of a Fairy Queen; he had attended the christenings of triplet pixies; and on a visit to Atlantis, he had drunk the King of the Sea under the table. Twice.

Having been so many places and seen so many things, and being so terribly cosmopolitan, his friends called him “Cosmo.”