Bizzy, the Bossy Boots Elf

Bossy Boots of the World, Unite!

All right, people. I wrote this story for everyone out there who has ever been called "bossy." Like me. I was the oldest girl in my family, with one older brother and three younger sisters. And yes, I admit that when we were very young, I did occasionally take the lead and make pointed suggestions to my little sisters. After all, I was bigger than they were. Not. Any. More. Yes, there was that fateful day when my smallest sister suddenly looked up at me and said, "Wait! You're not my mom. I don't have to do anything you tell me to!" It was all downhill after that. My career as a Bossy Boots was pretty much over. However, as long as my mother lived, which was about fifty years longer, she would always tell people "Deedy [my nickname] is really, really bossy." So this illustrated poem, Bizzy, the Bossy Boots Elf, tells the story of Bizzy, who just might possibly have a tendency to be bossy. I hasten to add, however, that Santa Claus regards Bizzy as his "right hand man," so at least some of this was legitimate. But the Izzies don't think so. Here's what Bizzy himself says about this: “For ‘Bossy Boots Elf’ is what everyone calls me. I must say that really gets old, and it galls me.”