We are having an Elfing good time around here. Seriously, Elfing spectacular. We adopted an Elf on The Shelf from
Target The North Pole. The Elf is quite ridiculous actually but it’s a really fun idea. There is a ton of useful and education information on where to hide the Elf for maximum entertainment for the parents kids. For the record, our elf is naughty but does not make gigantic messes that I would have to clean up anyway. The biggest mess Mason has made is tossing a 1/4 of a bag of leftover marshmallows from the camping season. This mama is not a dummy, I knew my kids would eat those marshmallows faster than a dyson could suck them up, and they did. Elfing Crazy I tell you.
To get the Elfing party started the kids woke up on Thanksgiving day to the Elf sitting on the table with a letter and the book – in a Mason jar – hence, the name Mason. He was in the jar because I knew my kids would handle him like no other before I even considered waking up. They would possibly, even fight and rip him into three uneven pieces. That would be an Elfing shame. The letter was as follows:
Dearest Dorcheus Children, I am an elf sent from Santa in the North Pole to report your behavior before Christmas. I help Santa decide if you will be on the Nice list or the Naughty list. You have all had some very sweet moments. Jaylean I love your singing voice. Javien I like how you can be so helpful for your mom and dad and teachers at school. Kobe I like how you help your mom out so much. You also have a few things to work on if you want Santa to stop at your house this year! My lovely Jaylean you need to watch yourself! Your mother and father love you very much I hope that you will be more careful in how you treat them. My sweet Javien my word you can scream loud, my elfing ears were about to pop off! I hope that you will practice some of your calming down tools to help get better control over that. Santa does not like it when children scream at their parents. Oh happy little Kobe, you must be better about listening to your mom and dad. They tell you to do things for a reason you know. I will be sticking around until Christmas reporting back to Santa every night, so you better watch out and you surely better not shout at your mom and dad. Please never ever touch me. I will lose my magic! Now take this book I have left for you to your mom or dad and they will read it. Make sure you listen carefully. Elves are under very strict orders from Santa and you must follow each rule perfectly. Love, Your Elfing Friend PS: You may talk to me all you want, and I can pass on some tidbits to Santa you know. But remember you must NEVER touch me.
Since the initiation of Mason into our family. He has shown up on the clock, in Mama’s shoe on the TV, in the Christmas tree with the children’s undies hanging all over it, in Kobe’s piggy bank, on the aerogarden surrounded by herbs and gum, riding on Javien’s stuffed horse on top of the refrigerator, magnetically hanging on the front door with his own little wish list, flying the little people airplane from the ceiling fan, and sitting on the mirror holding the incriminating marshmallow.
Kobe touched him yesterday. So his magic has drained and he did not move last night. What a sad Elfing day. Kobe will beg him for forgiveness and he will move again tonight, I have a feeling.