I don't Elf. If you don't know what I'm referring to, brace yourself. It gets creepy.
Awesome, but creepy.
FUN, but creepy.
Creative, but creepy.
Creepy, but STILL kind of cool.
I'm just kidding (maybe not, I could be totally serious about it being creepy).
When I was first introduced to The Elf On TheShelf, it was a gift sent to us by my husband's family in Massachusetts. I remember his Step-Mother's voice on the phone asking me if I had heard of it, and she was so excited. I hadn't heard of it even once before then. She's too sweet and always finds awesome gifts for our kids. Anyway, back to the I don't Elf...
It came in the mail and I was like "Um, what is this creepy thing"?
But I humored her.
Took the book out and ready it and read the instructions.
Then I put it all back and packed it up. My son was only 1 year old. The box said they had to be three and my husband and I didn't see the point in doing all of those shenanigans for a baby. He would touch it when he wasn't supposed to. Possibly damage it, or put it in his mouth. He would have no idea what we were even doing. But, the big reason we didn't use it was, because the child was supposed to name it and he could barely speak. SO…The Elf, he stayed on the shelf.
By the time our son was three, we had our little baby girl. I was NOT trying to go to all of the lengths I saw everyone going to on Facebook. I had an infant to care for, and a house to pack to move 3,000 miles away. The Elf, he stayed on the shelf.
Three years go buy. Guess where that bad boy is?
You got it! He's on the shelf. Nice and crisp and perfect in his box. With his creepy glaring eyes saying "WHY must I stay in here"?
I don't know little creepy Elf who is looking at me, I think keeping you ON the shelf is our tradition.
So, the Elf, he stayed on the shelf.
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