Emma: Daddy, what kind of elf is Santa Claus?
Emma (crosses arms across her chest): Dad. I know the kinds of elves.
Emma: Is he a regular elf? A half-elf? A fire elf? An eladrin? A drow? I mean, I know he's not a drow. Is he?
Me: I think--
Emma: Dad! I know the kinds of elves!
Me: Umm... I think he's a fey creature. Like, uh, the fey Lord of Christmas!
Emma: What does that mean?
Me: It means he lives in the Feywild. In the Farie Lands.
Emma: But what kind of elf is he? They say he's a merry old elf! What kind?
Me: He's a High Elf. He has to be because he's The Fey Lord of Christmas.
Emma: A what?! You made that up. There's no Fey Lord of Christmas!
Me: I did not! A High Elf is the same thing as an eladrin.
Me: Got it?
Emma: Yeah, but... I don't think that's right. I think he's a half-elf. He doesn't look like a real elf. He's too fat.
Me: He's the fey Lord of Christmas!
Emma: Dad. There's no such thing as The Fey Lord of Christmas! You made that up. He's a half-elf.
Me: I guess you're right.
Emma: See? I know the kinds of elves.