We have an elf!
He came to us randomly from Santa himself. This elf is the ever popular Elf on the Shelf. I had heard about this tradition not too many years back and since I am all about traditions, it seemed like a great idea! I had put it off and then my son came home RAVING about an elf that came to his classroom. He was exuberant and passionate all about this elf the class had named Charlie. It was all I could do not to get into the excitement. That next day Tim and I went on a breakfast date and with a little surprise money that came to me in the mail and I invested in a memory that will last a lifetime.
Our elf came to us on a sunny afternoon. Randomly sitting in our wreath with the book of instructions below him. Naturally I asked Cobe what this book meant and of course he freaked out informing me that somewhere there was an elf. Once they located the elf they named him Max to give him his elf magic. Every night Max flies back to Santa and reports to him. If you don’t know the tradition there are basic rules.
- The elf cannot talk (so says Santa).
- You can talk all you want to the elf.
- You cannot touch the elf or he may lose his magic.
So all was going well until the elf landed in Tims stocking this morning. The kids got close and even closer until tonight Cayden accidently touched it. So what do we do now? She cried for at least 20 minutes. Because as the rule states if you touch the elf he may loose his magic. DARNIT!!!! After some time, she calmed down and emailed Santa. It went like this:
dear santa im soree that i tatcht your elf love cayden
Hopefully Santa will send another elf to help Max get home and get his magic back. Until then we have Elf drama. Tomorrow should be fun!