the elf on the shelf

Otherwise known as:

Hey, great idea! I needed one more thing to remember every night in December!

Every day it’s the first thing they do: search for the elf. They creep around the house, not at all afraid of usually terrifying darkened stairways or empty rooms, and they don’t stop until they find it. Then they rush back, stomping up the stairs, and shake me awake, “Mom!! Mom!! Guess where Holly was today?”

And I have to feign surprise, “Where? Really? Oh, that Holly, she sure is tricky!”

And the whole time I worry: what will happen when they discover this lie? Will their trust in me be broken, just a little bit? Will they think it a great trick, or a cruel joke? Will they feel foolish for ever having believed?

Every year, their questions grow in complexity. “How does she fly back to the North pole every night?” “Can you hear her talk?” “Do you think she’s friends with the other elves from our neighborhood?”

I think I’m safe, for this year. But soon… there will be a price to pay for this charade. I can feel it.

IMG_0013 IMG_0027 IMG_0085 IMG_0093 IMG_0095 IMG_0096 IMG_0102 IMG_0103 IMG_0104Happy Holidays!

3 thoughts on “the elf on the shelf

    • I know! It’s horrible. And the fact I’m already doing a lot of lying around the holidays makes it seem so much worse. At least this year I haven’t had to act out an entire “phone call to santa”…yet. I am a sociopath, seriously.

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