The Elf on the Shelf is an ingenious little tool for parents around Christmas. Apparently it’s been a thing for years but I’d been oblivious up until the last couple of years when “Charlie” came to our family to watch over G & C. If you’re not familiar with the The Elf on the Shelf let me tell you a little about it.
Your elf comes to visit you just after the Thanksgiving holiday (we do it the day after, I know others that wait till December 1st). Each day the elf watches over your children to make sure they’re behaving. Then each night, he returns to the North Pole to report back to Santa on the day’s behavior returning the next morning in a different spot around the house. The boys love waking up every day and trying to find Charlie.
Unfortunately this year, we’ve got a bit of a problem. We can’t find the damn elf!!!
Oh, we’ve got the box, we’ve got the book and we’ve got the “certificate” from when we named him… but no Charlie. We’ve ripped the god damn basement to shreds looking for him. We’ve yelled at one another cause I know there’s no way that I’d be stupid enough to lose the elf, and The Wife knows that I’m just stupid enough to lose the elf. At this point, we’re pretty convince that we’ve actually witnessed a Christmas miracle. Charlie had to have come to life, decided that he was sick of this gig and got the hell out of dodge.
But that’s not where our trouble ended. Now we’ve got to come up with a replacement.
Luckily, we had a couple of days of leeway cause they boys were generally being assholes so we’d decided that Charlie wouldn’t come on time this year. Really what we were doing was biding time looking for the damn doll. When we ultimately couldn’t find it we had to come up with a plan B… and Wife did just that.
I’d like to introduce you to Billy The Elf.
Let me tell you… I’m a big fan of Billy. He sits around all day long and doesn’t take crap from anyone. G has decided that Billy comes to us from a different toy shop at the North Pole and figures that Charlie is probably going to return to us next year. C told me the other day that Billy is an older elf cause he’s got a different uniform and must be in charge of Charlie. I’ve decided that this was the best $4 the Wife ever spent to keep our boys behaving around the holidays.
It’s early, but it’s time for me to start saying “Merry Christmas”. Oh… and here’s a tip for all you Elf on the Shelf parents out there: Set a nightly reminder on your phone so you remember to move your elf. There’s nothing worse than laying in bed and realizing you’ve gotta traipse back downstairs to move him. Cheers!
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