With Thanksgiving behind us, it’s all Christmas all the time, which is wonderful except for one thing:
Who in the world dreamed up the Elf on the Shelf concept (well, we all know this was born of commercialism, right?), and why did we mothers latch onto it like a bunch of mindless sheep? I’m all out of steam when it comes to this “tradition.”
To complicate things further, our elf, Elfster, is missing. I can’t find where he went last January.
So if/when he shows up at our house this December, he will be holding a note that says this:
Dear Pyper kids,
I have loved visiting you these last several years, but things have changed at the North Pole. Hundreds of elves retired, and we are now short staffed. Since I have lots more families to visit, I will only be stopping by your house to do something funny a few times this Christmas season. But I will be watching and reporting to Santa! So be good! See you soon.
Tell me, are you still part of the Elf on the Shelf fan club, or did his magic die for you long ago?
P.S. In a couple days I’ll be posting a few things that actually DO make Christmas magical for kids—and things I don’t hate doing either.