It’s a sad parental day in the Ciburbanity house… no longer can I use our Elf on the Shelf as a threat. No longer can I look disapprovingly at the kids and somberly ask, ‘Did you see that, Blue Eyes?’ No longer do I have my elfen wingman.
I will go on record as saying I thought the elf thing was weird. The idea that this creepy red voyeur was omnipresent for the month of December didn’t sit quite right with me. Until I had kids. And then… I understood. (For those of you without children under the age of 7, the Elf arrives on December 1 to keep watch over everyone during the day and magically returns to the North Pole each night to report back to Santa… hence the different set up every morning.)
“I’m so sorry kids, but.. ya know… the elf IS watching.”
“I’d hate for Santa to hear about this.”
“Gosh, Eleanor… what a bummer it would be if the elf told Santa about all your baby talk… you might get some baby toys!”
“Oh no… Oliver, Santa will HATE to hear that you hit your sister.”
Like parents all over the nation, the elf has become the holy grail of consequences. And with every window opened on our advent calendar, I can feel him slipping through my fingers; one tiny red foot out the door.
For those of you not into set design, this hilarious post will help you move the elf around your home with just enough gusto to keep up the ruse.
And for those of you suffering from craft-induced insomnia and/ or holiday fervor… here’s what our elf’s been up to!
So, whether your elf has a full costume change and props at his/ her disposal or whether yours is collecting dust looking down from the shelf, hopefully you’ve taken full advantage of the Big-Brother power that our little friend from the North possesses. Afterall, the elf’s threats might be the most wonderful thing about this time of the year…
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