“What’s your elf’s name?” It’s a popular question around the water cooler at my office among parents of younger children. I finally caved this year and bought the family our very own elf on a shelf after hearing multiple parents gush about how much fun their children were having with it. Anything that comes with the promise of entertainment and the possibility of better behavior I am willing to try out.
So, I brought one home and propped it up on the top of the television a couple of days into December and waited for Anders or Danica to notice it. It didn’t take long (I put it on the television, remember?) and soon we were reading the book that came along with it.
A half hour later, our elf had a name, Buzz Lightyear, and I had never seen Anders so completely sold on an idea.
I’m not sure who has had more fun with Buzz this month — my husband who positions him each morning before we all wake up, Anders who with all his heart believes the elf converses with the big guy each night while he sleeps, or me knowing the painstaking care my husband, a grown man, puts in arranging a tiny cloth elf doll just so every night.
For about three weeks now my husband has been racking his brain to find the perfect spot to place the elf. He refuses to use the same spot twice and, though he is reluctant to admit it, I think he is running out of ideas. I had to laugh this morning when I found Buzz Lightyear digging into a plate of Hostess frosted devil’s food donettes. They’ve been our go-to breakfast item lately and, judging by the elf’s chocolaty-covered face, my husband thought it was only fitting that the elf should join in the fun.
Anders was less enthused. As part of the rules of “Elf on a Shelf,” you cannot touch the elf or “it’s magic will go,” as Anders reminds us hourly. It was the slowest I have ever seen Anders react when offered a donette as a treat and we all had to agree to leave the three donettes closest to his hands in place just to be sure we didn’t bump him.
I was kind of excited when the kids went to bed tonight. It meant I could finally polish off those remaining three donettes.
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