NAME THAT VOICE!!!

We figured out Santa's elves live in our heads.  For most of last summer we kept hearing annoying little things that we knew we weren't saying.  That's when we uncovered the secret.  They talk to us, to each other--(like, the ones in my head talk to the ones in Megan's head!), and they talk through us.  Meet  Earl. (There's Earl, Trisha, Kelly, Lydia, The Shadow Man, Marvin the Martian and #24--there are more) Earl is a big back country redneck who dresses in too-tight-for-his-beer-gut flannel shirts and worn jeans held up by blue suspenders.  Think Mr. Boffo.  I was sleeping in a tent this summer during a camping trip, when he exclaimed loudly, "I want some fruit, too!!!!"  Most of them used to live in my head...but for some reason the female elves took flight to Megan's head, where they eventually died off.  (That's what you get for living in teeny bopper-ville...they didn't have enough weirdness and imagination to feed off of.) Actually, I haven't heard from mine in awhile either. But they'll be back...yes...they'll be back...