Every December, my friends Lisa and Natalie dress up like elves — silly hats and all — and quietly scurry through the northern suburbs of Atlanta, dropping gifts on the front steps of unsuspecting recipients. They call it #12DaysofElvingChristmas . They find someone in the community who’s having a tough season and “elf” them — kind of like Punk’d , but with casseroles, journals, candles, and a whole lot of heart. A few years ago, Lisa suggested I grab a partner and start “elf
