The Elf on the Shelf. You’ve seen them in the stores, on Facebook, and all over Pinterest. They are everywhere, and they are watching you. Well, not you exactly, but they are watching your kids, taking mental notes on their behavior so they can report back to the big guy at the North Pole. Because that’s what they do, in case you haven’t been sucked into EotS culture yet. They are basically creepy little tattletales, sent to your house to spy on your kids for Santa Claus. Every night they fly back to the North Pole to hang out with other elves and give their reports to Saint Nick, then they fly back to your house before morning. Some elves just hang out on the same shelf every day. Some hide, so the kids can find them. Some get into all sort of mischief. The only rule is that the kids can’t touch their elves, or they lose their magic and can’t fly to and from the North Pole.
Meet Fjord, our Elf on the Shelf. He falls into the mischievous catagory. He gets up to all sorts of hijinks. The girls love him, and I have to admit I take great joy in coming up with stuff for him to do. I can’t wait until they are old enough to really understand the no-touching rule, so I’ll have more options on where to put him. But I think I do pretty well for having to keep him out of reach.
If you are looking for some ideas for what to do with your EotS, here is what Fjord did last year, when the girls were two.
There you go. Consider yourself inspired. Now go buy an elf and have at it. Start making memories while terrifying your children into good behavior. You can even buy snugly elves for the kids to play with, if they just can’t keep their hands off of you EotS. And changes of clothing, if you are so inclined. But don’t buy the movie. Seriously. We paid $15 for “An Elf Story,” thinking it was a real movie. It’s not. It is a 30 minute made for TV special. That’s right. $15 for 30 minutes. Waste. Of. Money. Not to mention that it is complete drivel. Spend the $15 on something else. Or just mail it to me. At least I won’t insult your intelligence for half and hour. Unless you want me to. Your choice.