Here’s the clues to get you started,
A merry quest, so light‑hearted.
Step by step, the trail will grow,
With secrets waiting that you’ll soon know.
Look high, look low, and all around,
Tiny hints are to be found.
Each small riddle, each little rhyme,
Will guide you closer, in good time.
Don’t rush ahead, enjoy the chase,
Each clue will lead you to the place.
More will be coming, one by one,
Until the journey’s said and done.
So gather your cheer, your wit, your fun,
The elf adventure has just begun!
Here’s the clues to set the tone,
And more will follow, to be shown.
Beechview
I love to linger in this yard on a hill, Listening and learning ’bout local politics still. The breeze carries whispers of voices so near, Debates in the distance, opinions I hear. The grass holds my footsteps, the sky feels so wide, Ideas bloom freely with neighbors beside.
Two clever elves with books piled high, Chasing the tales where knowledge lies. One by the window, bathed in moon’s glow, The other explores where the old scrolls go. They whisper secrets in candlelight, Turning the pages deep in the night
I am sitting west of the field, Where quiet dreams refuse to yield.
I wish the daisies still would bloom, To chase away the twilight’s gloom.
By city steps the children cheer, As racing to school their laughter rings so bright and clear.
From far-off games the echoes fly, A joyful chorus fills the sky.
Down Lonergan Way, where secrets hide, A wooden friend waits by the side.
Look for his hat, cheerful and bright, Two words of joy in festive light.
Find the elf who stands so steady, His hat will tell you: Be Merry!”
Drive down the Coast, but don’t go to Fair Acres. Does Kiralfy Avenue have any takers? The elf is festive with Be Merry, He carries gifts both bright and airy.
Where hymns are lifted, voices soar, And Luther’s teachings guard the door. A steeple stands, both firm and true, That’s where the elf waits for you.
An elf strolled in with cap and glove, To watch the game he dearly loves. He cheered the hits, the crowd’s loud spark, A merry day inside the park. But now the cheers have all gone still, The season’s done, the air is chill. The elf looks on with wistful eyes, And waits for spring beneath the skies.
An Gingerbread crew is hiding, quick and sly, Where seniors gather to laugh and try.
Programs of health, of joy, of cheer, The HALC is the place—look near!
Seek the corners, take a glance, That’s where the elf’s friend begins their dance.
An elf is waiting where water should flow, But winter has come, so it’s all turned to snow.
No splashes or sprays, just silence and chill,
Find the elf where summer once had its thrill!
An elf is hiding, quick and sly, Where games and laughter fill the sky.
A soccer field, a track to run, Hoops to shoot and slides for fun.
Search where play and sport combine, That’s where the elf leaves its sign!
An elf is grinning, full of delight, Where cheese slice was crowned the world’s best bite.
He loves his pizza, hot from the pan, Find him where the pies outshine the clan.
Look for the shop with flavors that twirl, That’s where he hides—best slice in the world!
An elf has wandered where crystals gleam, A sparkling place that feels like a dream.
Shining bright with mystical lore, It glitters like dragons guarding the door.
Seek the shelves where magic is found, That’s where the elf is hiding around!
An elf has wandered, full of grace, Into a yard on Wenzell Place.
Whimsical wonders, bright and bold, Stories of magic there unfold.
Seek the spot where joy takes guard, You’ll find the elf in that bright yard!
A Holiday Sprite slips quietly through the night, Lonergan whispers, hiding from sight.
Shiras shadows, soft and sly, Together they keep his secret nearby.
He tucks away where few will see, A playful trick, a mystery.
So listen close, the lanes will tell,
Where the Holiday Sprite is casting his spell.
High above the bustling beat, Shines a star on Gladys Street.
And hanging there with merry cheer, An elf appears this time of year.
He swings and twinkles from afar, A tiny guardian of the star.
With pointed hat and boots so neat, He watches all of Gladys Street.
So lift your eyes and take a peek—This little elf is playing hide‑and‑seek.
Find where he hangs in his lofty seat, And you’ll uncover a holiday treat.
The elves have slipped away again, To hide where crowds and joy have been.
A place that fills with scents so fine— Spices, sweets, and long food lines.
Each year it hosts a festive scene, With music bright and tables clean.
A taste of Lebanon fills the air, As families gather everywhere.
Inside, you’ll hear a reverent sound—A sacred chant that echoes round.
A tradition old, serene and bright, Guiding hearts with gentle light.
That’s where the elves have gone to play, Tucked in a corner, out of the way.
Follow the hints, you’ll know it soon—They’re hiding near the cedar moon
By the war memorial, peaceful and bright,
A gingerbread angel glows in the light.
Follow their gaze in the winter air—
Your next clue’s waiting right under their care.
Where the Paulines meet in a friendly crowd,
The playground echoes happy and loud.
A basketball court stands just in view—
Your next clue’s hiding and pointing to you.
Bon Air
The gingerbread crew with frosting flair, Smiles wide as they shout, “Bon Air!”
Candy buttons, gumdrop shoes, They’re here to spread the sweetest news.
With sugar and spice, they dance in delight, Welcoming friends through day and night.
So follow the scent of cookies rare, The gingerbread crew says, “Glad you’re there!”
At the corner where fairy paths twist, Conniston hums in a sugar-kissed mist.
Bon Air breezes with candy delight, Welcoming magic by day and by night.
A gingerbread person with gumdrop shoes,Sprinkles of laughter, frosting to use.
They wave with a smile, so sweet and rare, Guiding your steps through Conniston and Bon Air.
A gingerbread fellow with a bright party hat, Tiptoes through halls where the echoes sat.
Once a school, now boxes reside, Storage of secrets where memories hide.
He giggles and twirls in the dusty air, Sprinkles of sugar still everywhere.
Though the classrooms sleep, he makes it a stage, A gingerbread dancer on history’s page.
We gather where laughter calls out sweet, A playground alive with a joyful beat.
The “call of joy” drifts through the air, Children’s voices echo everywhere.
Slides sing songs, swings keep time, Echoes of play in a rhythm rhyme.
And just beyond, in quiet repose, A gazebo stands where remembrance grows.
Heroes are honored in stories told, Their courage shines like sunlight’s gold.
So play and memory gently meet, At the playground on this magical street.
At the Camfield stop I stand, With a day‑trip dream in hand,
Watching buses roll on by, Under Bon Air’s open sky.
I tap my toes, the breeze is fair, Thinking of the sights out there—
Hills and houses, winding streets, Friendly waves and neighbor greets.
When my bus comes rumbling through, I’ll climb aboard to something new—
More Bon Air to see and share, From Camfield’s stop to anywhere
Brookline
Two clever elves with secrets to keep, Hide where the stories and legends all sleep.
Among tomes of magic, wisdom, and lore, Seek the shelves where knowledge soars.
In fantasy’s halls they quietly dwell, Find them where books weave their spell!
An elf looks out with a watchful eye, Where football games and playgrounds lie.
The rec center stands, a hub of cheer, Sports and laughter gather here.
Seek the spot with fields in view, That’s where the elf is waiting for you!
An elf sits high where branches sway, Beside the place where heroes lay.
In honor of those who served so true, Look to the tree for a hidden clue.
With courage remembered and spirits free, You’ll find your elf up in the tree!
From hoops to nets, the games are still, The playground waits, the pool is chill.
Winter has closed the water’s door, Yet fun and laughter wait once more.
An elf keeps watch with a snowy view, Find where courts and swings come into cue!
Where bats have swung and softballs fly, An elf is watching, standing by.
Near fields of play, a plaque you’ll see, Honors heroes brave as can be.
Firefighters fallen, their courage known, That’s where the elf has made its home.
The gingerbread crew ran past colors so bright—
Red and green bunting in the winter light.
They cheered “Go Steelers!” as they scrambled the Hill of Fern,
And tucked your next clue where the street grows still
On Fernhill’s slope where the cold winds blow,
The blow‑ups shimmer with a jolly glow.
Snowmen wobble and reindeer sway—
Your next clue hides where they light the way.
South Brook, Pioneer, and West Liberty meet,
Three schools whose paths cross right down the street.
Their journeys join in a single beat,
And the gingerbread crew points you to your treat.
Dinosaur T-Rex, Jack Skellington, and a Thomas Hardy clue—
All mark the path of the gingerbread crew.
Find the street where these worlds combine,
And that’s where your hidden treat will shine.
Mayville’s merry, dressed in holiday cheer,
With a JOY sign shining for all to hear.
The gingerbread crew passed by in view,
And tucked your clue where the letters gleam true.
Stone people gather where two streets meet,
Midland and Knowlson crossing neat.
The gingerbread crew tip‑toed through—
Look where they paused to hide your clue.
The stone gnomes of Aidyl never speak,
But they’ve guarded secrets week by week.
Follow their gaze in the winter air—
Your hidden clue is waiting there.
A JOY sign sparkles for all to see,
On Waddington Street by the wise men’s decree.
Their guiding words in the cold air ring—
Search right there for the clue they bring.
A flag on Fordham flutters high and true,
Red, white, and blue guiding your crew.
The gingerbread gang passed by that day—
Your hidden clue is not far away.
At Boulevard Lounge where the laughter rings,
You’ll find little elves all waiting for wings.
They’re perched by the windows, cheeky and sly—
Your next clue’s hiding where they watch the sky
Carrick
An elf pops in at Breakfast Spot, She loves pancakes piping hot. With sunny eggs and coffee too, It’s the best place to start anew!
He wears the hat, he’s smallish in size, But mischief hides behind his yellowish eyes. He’s green, not red, yet tries to dwell, In Whoville town disguised as an elf.
An elf has climbed to a clever spot, On a sign that reminds owning a pet they need a lot.
Love and care for furry friends sweet, You’ll find this elf hiding on Spencer Street!
Short & Snappy, Between Kirk and Spencer, where footsteps meet.
Find tiny red boots on Almora Street.
From forest paths where soft winds play, Came Red Rose wandering one fine day.
She stepped into a bustling town, Her ruby cloak a gentle crown.
The people paused—they knew her name, Her kindness sparked a glowing flame.
They cheered, “Stay here! Don’t roam away— Your heart has brightened up our day.”
So in her honor, bold and sweet, They named a shining little street.
And as you hunt along the way, Keep watch for friends both bright and fey
The gingerbread crew has slipped from sight, They’re hiding somewhere snug and bright.
A roof above, wide space below, Where neighborhood footsteps come and go.
It once was known for milk and cream, A dairy stop in days that seem
Like echoes from a time long past—But now it’s built for fun at last.
You’ll find it where the echoes ring, Of laughter, games, and gathering.
A sheltered spot where neighbors meet—That’s where they tap their sugared feet.
So follow clues and take your time, Their cookie crumbs will guide your climb.
Search the place where crowds convene…The ginger crew is on the scene.
The gingerbread crew has slipped from view, But they’ve left a trail of crumbs for you.
They’re hiding out where footsteps meet, Along a clever, history‑tinged street.
A school stands there with a famous pair—Two presidents share its honored air.
Their names together mark the place, A nod to leaders of the nation’s grace.
So follow the clues and take a peek, Where learning echoes through the week.
On that proud street, if you look around, The gingerbread crew can soon be found.
On this pole beside the flame, We honor those who guard our name—
The ones who run when others flee, Brave at heart for you and me.
Day or night, they stand prepared, Holding watch because they care.
Here’s our thanks, both loud and true, To Carrick heroes—through and through.
Your gingerbread crew knows just what to do,
They twisted a word and left it for you.
Unriddle WENTTE and you’ll soon see
This is where your next clue will be.
An elf on Mount Joseph is playing a game,
Hiding so well he won’t say his name.
But follow the sparkle he left in the air—
Your next clue’s waiting right under his stare.
Special Bonus
Snap the magic, strike a pose, Holiday cheer forever grows! Take a picture with Santa himself, Earn bonus points for holiday wealth!
I flicker bright, yet I’m not a star, You’ll see my glow from near and far. Letters change, the lights align, But look — an elf is trapped inside the sign!
Elves are waiting where shoppers go, Inside businesses with holiday glow.
If you make a purchase, small or neat, Snap a picture of your receipt. (Only receipts dated between 11/29/2025 and 12/26/2025 will be counted)
The elves will cheer with joyful voice, Bonus points for those who support local choice!
If you spot some Christmas cheer, In decorations far or near,
Keep your eyes sharp—don’t miss the signs, They’re hiding in the twinkling lines.
Find Santa, jolly as can be, Or elves who work so secretly.
A gingerbread friend sweet and round, Or Bumble stomping snowy ground.
Snap them quick—don’t hesitate, These festive finds will elevate
Your team’s score with bonus joy…