It’s that time of year again, that time when your beloved (or dreaded) Elf on the Shelf shows up in a different room every night so your kids can eagerly hunt him down every morning. I don’t know about you but I have some friends who have been eagerly posting pictures on social media their elf’s latest escapades. The elaborate predicaments some people set up for their Elf on the Shelf are truly amazing, but way beyond what my elf does!
My youngest kids are on the cusp on not believing anymore. As much as I dread lying in bed at night and being startled awake because Buddy (that’s our elf) didn’t move again, I do enjoy when he arrives every year. Buddy brings a sense of wonder and excitement to our house that even my older kids enjoy, and he really gets everyone in the holiday mood.
Poor Buddy has also ‘forgotten’ to fly home once already this season, and thankfully I have a teenage daughter or else that number would be much greater. Let’s face it, we can’t all remember that Buddy, the Elf on the Shelf, needs to be moved every night. While for some families the elf on the shelf is a month of pure joy, for others it’s pure torture.
One woman recently decided she had enough with the pressures of her elf on the shelf and decided it was time to retire him.