The disapproving and downbeat articles about how damaging or creepy the Elf on a Shelf are have begun to arrive before Santa’s little helpers this year. Here’s the thing to keep in mind before you get your Christmas knickers in a knot this season:
I don’t care if you don’t like our Elf on the Shelf or find him creepy. I kind of agree.
I know you think it’s over the top that our family had three plastic and felt Christmas creeps last year. It is.
Posting pics of our gang of holiday hooligans up to no good, we are not trying to outdo other creative families with their crazy antics. Well, not much anyway.
I’ll take a magical Elf on the Shelf over the latest Slant on a Rant any darn December day. Cause haters gonna hate any which way.
Brace yourselves…Our elves have nothing to do with you. Actually, they have very little to do with us parents either.
Our red felt clad trio – Fender, Gibson, and Melody – don’t just represent the chaos of our family; they shout ‘I believe.’
Now that my daughter is a *gulp* full-fledged middle schooler, this may well be the last year she truly believes in the holiday magic: the last year she and her younger brothers share in the magic and the good natured competition of finding the elves; the last year we can utilize the threesome as a behavioural tool with a man-on-man defensive strategy; the last year they will all come running full tilt, gasping for breath, and interrupting one another to tell me where they found them and what capers the holiday trio are up to; the last year I may see the joy, belief, and wonder in her eyes that our elves bring almost every morning in December.
I still want to inspire these moments that offer such giggles and pleasure – for every single family member. Alongside all the homework, scheduling, chores, meal planning, activities, and commitments, I want to allow all of us more time with the happiness that true belief in holiday magic brings.
Especially if all it costs us as parents is a little creative spirit and effort spent searching on Pinterest or social media for ideas, finding new hiding spots or creating some elaborate-or-not scene, cleaning up some stupid stuff like glitter or flour that the elves got into, getting-out-of-bed-to-move-the-damn-elves, and adaptability-to-think-in-the-moment-when-you-forget? Sure, it’s a bit of extra work. But worth every bit of time and energy.
I want us to have joy in the season. In the magic. In the Fun. It’s Fun, people.
Our elves are about us. Our Chaos. Our Creativity. Our Traditions. Our Growing Children. Our Belief in Family. Our Fun. Our Joy. And that isn’t about you at all.