As far as I can tell, the elf on the shelf is at the heart of this so-called war on Christmas. A company charging $30 for a piece of plastic made in China that every family needs to make the season magical and the children well-behaved sounds like the exact opposite of what Christmas is. But despite my strong negative feelings for this elf, I found myself thinking I should probably get one for my kids because they are missing out on the magic of Christmas, not to mention an important pop culture phenomenon. I flip-flopped all the way to the store, and if Costco hadn't been sold out, we would be the owners of the plush (and much cheaper) elf on the shelf. (There are some silver linings to procrastination.) With the bad news about the elf came the strength I had been missing earlier. I very confidently told Harper why I could not justify bringing this elf to our house (one of the reasons being Harper does not believe in Santa Claus anymore, and another being I will not be told what to do by a corporation that is going to take my money and then laugh all the way to the bank). Disappointed but understanding, Harper got right to work making her own elf on the shelf when we got home. Once it was all cut out, she needed my help to sew it together. I am not a master sewer, and that was made even more clear with the creation of this elf. But Harper and Margo loved it. Harper moved it around every day and wrote little messages from the elf to all of us. There was no pretense of being good for the elf so Santa would come and bring presents. It was just a fun little elf that made Christmas time, dare I say it, a little more magical.
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| We found the elf in the bathroom one morning and a note from him/her apologizing for having to use the bathroom. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |