Last Saturday, Joanne Giannini along with MSM hosted the 4th Annual Merry Elfing Holiday Party. Clash Of The Ash, located in Quincy, was very generous.  They donated space and provided food for the event.

It's time once again for our Annual Merry Elfing Holiday Party!

Hang out with all your friends (and maybe even make a few new ones), eat free food, and help fight cancer all at the same time!

Plenty of prizes for best elf attire, most helpful elf, etc...

Everyone who makes a charitable donation w...

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Thanks to all who attended the Merry Elfing Holiday Party last night.

Joanne Giannini, who organized this great event, thanks you. 

She states, "We raised $640.00 for the Jennifer Tarr Memorial Fund and had a great time! The winner of the $200.00 Restaurant.com gift certificate was Victor Araujo, the best elf attire was Rochelle Patten, biggest donation was Robyn Ward, most helpful elf was Shiela Tarr Lally, and elf who traveled the greate...

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