It’s almost that time of year.
You know, besides getting the decorations up, the lists made, the cookies baked and the mingling mingled! It’s time for Snowflake to make her return.
Who is Snowflake, you ask?
Our Elf on the Shelf.
Yes, I know, some of you are rolling your eyes. I know that some people think this elf is a bad idea, giving kids a complex that somebody is “always watching”, and quite frankly, I don’t care.
My kids still believe in the magic of Santa, you know the big guy in red who EVERYONE reminds kids that he is watching…he knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you’re awake – how’s that for creepy! I like the idea of tradition. So I’m going to play along. I don’t believe it gives them a complex. I believe it adds to the magic of the season. The excitement they have when they wake up every morning and start to search for her is contagious.
This will be our third year. I didn’t do much the first year, just moving her from place to place around our house. Last year, I stepped it up, and Snowflake had many adventures, from a snowball fight with Eugene (from Tangled) to sunbathing under the lamp in the living room, to taking a shower in the Barbie Dream House.
And the girls loved it.
Which means I need to step it up this year.
Snowflake doesn’t venture upstairs, and doesn’t do anything naughty. The kids can’t touch her, but mommies and daddies are allowed to touch her. But I’m going to try my hardest not to repeat anything I did last year.
Wish me luck!
In the meantime, the girls are starting to get excited for the holidays. And have already mentioned Snowflake’s return a couple of times. A couple of weeks ago, we were out at the store and I happened to walk down an aisle and the shelves were full of elves. The girls stopped and seemed a little confused, but I kept my cool…
“Mommy! Are those real?” The Little Mouse asked me.
“But why do they sell them?” The Little Bird asked.
“Because sometimes mommies and daddies have to buy one.”
They got distracted by the reindeer, the clothes and accessories available for these things, and then, as if in slow motion, the Little Mouse moved her hand up and the Little Bird yelled, “NO! Don’t touch them! Or Snowflake won’t come to our house again!”
“Good idea. Let’s get out of the aisle so we don’t touch it by accident,” I said, as I hid a smile and ushered them out of the aisle.
I love that they believe. It fills my heart and makes the magic so beautiful.
Do you have an elf at your house? What mischief have they gotten into? I’d love for you to share!