While unpacking Christmas decorations this year, The Husband came across something we had both forgotten about…an Elf on the Shelf. I had forgotten that my parents had bought him for us last year after Christmas, and although my boys are a little old for him, I knew we could have some family fun with this little guy.
See, my boys are 8 and 11, and The Younger Boy is so smart that we think he figured out Santa’s secret in kindergarten. He was asking many philosophical questions about The Big Guy at the age of 5–it was both impressive and exhausting. So, I figured he wouldn’t believe that some toy we found in a box of decorations suddenly came alive each night.
Plus, I kind of have a problem with the whole “Elf is watching you” concept. Isn’t that what Santa is supposed to do? And, my kids don’t need to worry about elves and Santa watching anyway–Mom and Dad are much scarier. My boys are supposed to behave simply because they are called to by following God’s Commandments; not because it reaps new toys on Christmas morning.
So, after giving it some thought, I decided to be selfish and have some fun with the Elf that would be entertaining to me. I know, it’s supposed to be for kids. They’re enjoying this too, trust me.
Without further adieu, here’s our spin on the Elf on the Shelf:
In usual Elf on the Shelf fashion, he was dropped off by Santa.
Actually, he was thrown out of the North Pole.
Kicking and screaming, Puck (notice his name is Puck? We don’t even have cutesy elf names in this house, we go the literary route. We’re weird, I know…) was brought here against his will. Apparently, he had an unfortunate fruitcake accident, and for unknown reasons, has been acting like a little jerk ever since. So, the boys have to teach the Elf to be good so he can return to the North Pole.
That should be a challenge…
Day 2…Puck shows the other toys that there’s a new sheriff in town.
The Younger Boy got a huge kick out of this. He woke up in the morning, running in our room and giggling, saying “I knew Puck was bad, but I didn’t know he was that bad!”
Day 3…Puck sets up in the shower curtain to peep on bathroom goers.
The kids couldn’t even find him this morning. I had to give hints–“I think he’s violating your privacy today…don’t go to the bathroom without making sure you’re alone…we need to find him, I think he needs psychiatric help.”
I know this one is a bit inappropriate, but I feel it’s only fitting for such a creepy looking toy! Look at that face!
Just LOOK at it, y’all! Who made this thing? Can you imagine that conversation?
Let’s make an Elf that watches the kids!
That’s a great idea! But, what should said elf look like?
Creepy? Yes! Yes, that’s it! Let’s give him eyes that follow you around the room and a smile that you only see on pedophiles! That’s more than appropriate for kids! I mean, he IS watching them, right?
When The Husband first took him out of the box, he put him on the couch, close to me. This is what I saw every time I looked over my shoulder:
At first I laughed, but over time, I got thoroughly weirded out. Even The Younger Boy said he looked like a stalker. Actually, he referred to it as a “Christmas-time Chucky.” (Have I mentioned lately that I love that kid?)
Day 4…Puck calls out for help.
Day 5…Puck continues to torment the toys.
Day 6 & 7…Puck flirts with our angel.
And it looks like she’s not having any of it! Stay strong, sister, stay strong!
The boys slept away, so the angel was stuck with Puck for 2 days.
Day 8…Let them eat cake!
We had a birthday party for The Older Boy yesterday, so Puck ate some cake in the middle of the night.
There you have it. The adventures of Puck thus far.
What will become of our new friend/nemesis? Will he learn to be good? Is there any hope for him?
I never miss an opportunity to teach the boys something worthy. So, there will be a lesson in the end of all of this, and it will tie into our faith.
Stay tuned… :)