We have an Elf on the Shelf. Our kids are in prime-time, elf-lovin’ years. His name is Leighben, and he’s been pretty chill.
I’ve heard some elf horror stories of flour snow angels, elf meets oven mishaps, and elves forgetting to move.
Leighben doesn’t do anything fancy. He’s your run of the mill, bounces from surface to surface(sometimes repeats a spot) Santa’s little helper. He perches on shelves, hangs on curtain rods, spies from door frames. He’s been a pretty cute addition to our Christmas decor.
The real magic is every morning the littles run from room to room searching for him. Their faces are so excited, so full of holiday cheer! Until one of the them finds him and the other two have full blown meltdowns, because “I WANTED TO FIND HIM!” But that’s the beauty of Leighben. A quick, “He’s watching!” and the tantrum fixes itself right up.
Sure, I forgot about him once. I needed to think fast, “It’s the middle of the night! He hasn’t had a chance to move yet. You need to go back to sleep.” And since the kids were up at 5:45am, it bought me some time, and an extra hour of sleep.
I can’t say that I’ll be sad to see him go on the 26th of December. For right now, we’re coexisting, but who knows? Maybe there will be a cold, dark night in January, when the kids are acting like feral animals, and I’ll wish I had that creepy, little guy backing me up.