Anyone who knows the Big Guy and I know that, in most respects, we don't half ass anything when it comes to our girls, with the exception of when we are dropping the ball completely.Sky's the limit, to infinity and beyond and all that bullshit. So, our elves ( yes, there are 2, one for each girl...its hard work wrangling babies) are sent via Air mail from the North Pole. You doubt me? Hey, there is postage paid and everything..even teeny tiny holes in the box so those minuscule Northern mafioso enforcers can breathe. They arrive with a letter from Santa explaining all ( yes, by now you should all be fully aware that we take everything just one step too far).
This year, Analee ( that's the name since "someone' forgot to remove the tag from the elf) arrived magically,a s if out of thin air.One day he was not here and the next, there he sat high in the Christmas tree, watching,waiting to be discovered.Keeping watch over my girls as they shouted and fought.And then it happened, Gabs made her way to touch her Clara ornament(you know the special one that she is forbidden to touch) and as her eyes rose from the ornament there perched 3/4s of the way up the tree, Analee.Gab's let out a yelp. Then said nothing. She slyly made her way to her sister, who screamed and immediately ran to greet our old friend.She was all flushed and hyperventilating trying to get the words out of her mouth, the proclamation that "Analee" was back. Santa had sent him to watch over them. I feigned surprise and said hello. Then it was bedtime.A few days later, after many hours of Bella standing in front of the Christmas tree explaining away every transgression that she had levied against her sister (literally, I found her no less than 15 times talking to the elf...explaining that Gabs made her do it and to tell Santa..it was Gabs, I tell you.All Gabs!) a package arrived in the mail.
The girls saw the brightly decorated box and knew instantly what the package contained. They gently placed it on the floor, in front of the fireplace ( there is a great amount of reverence given to the elves) and peeled the packaging back. Inside, they found a letter from Santa and the jolly smile of "Ed", sent back by Santa to report for another year of duty in our household. The girls gasped. They love the elves but they are afraid to touch them, not even with a ten foot pole. Well, Bella is anyways.Gabs actually midget tossed poor Ed out of her room on his ear today when she was having a particularly hard time fighting a nap.Poor Ed!But that's an entirely different post. I was asked to place Ed somewhere, because, silly you, elves don't run around in front of humans during day light hours.Bella has a theory that she shared with me the other day.It goes a little something like this: Bella" Mommy, how do the elves tell Santa what we're doing?" Me:"Well, Bella, the elves are magical so they just pop back over to Santa and give him a daily report." She looks slightly perturbed and confused.Bella:'Mommy, why don't they just call him?" Me:"Well, Bella they can magically just pop back to Santa, why waste the minutes?"(I'm slightly exasperated.This lie has gotten too big,You know I can't lie!)Bella: "Mommy?" Me;"Yes?"Bella: "Mommy, I think Santa has secret cameras in the house and can see everything we do!"I'm speechless.After all, she is only 5 years old.First, she has rationalized the Tooth Fairy and now elves with spy cams? Me:"No,Bella.they.pop.back. to .Santa.every.night!"
|This letter from Santa makes me cry, a little bit.It choked me up reading it to the girls.|
And so starts another year of the mischievousness that is the elf visitors.Elf on a shelf my ass, those little suckers are running all over my house. It scares my girls that our little visitors wield so much power in their tiny hands.They are roaming free, recording every single scream, yell, hair pull, piss my sister off moment/ talk back to my Mommy, fighting my bedtime, not going to eat my asparagus moment that goes down in our house..and apparently, so are Santa's spy cams!So, remember you better watch out, you better not pout,you better not cry, I'm telling you why..Santa's sending his henchmen to rat on you!Happy Christmas!