Some people have asked me, "If you don't like the elf on the shelf, why are you doing it?"
My daughter loves the elf, who we've named Meredith. Natalie tends to loves things I do not. For example? Ariana Grande, glitter, and Sphinx cats.
But I can't help being a tad freaked out by the elf. Why? Let me show you the ways...
1. The eyes.
What exactly is she staring at? It looks like she's plotting murder. Is she? I've seen Annabelle.
2. No feet.
I picture the thing moving around on points. It's frightening. (Oh, and we can touch the elf. Our elf is special and allows it.)
3. It's small.
I've sat on the elf before. Natalie screamed. Then I screamed. "YOU ALMOST KILLED MEREDITH!" Natalie shouted at me. (I bought Meredith boots so the pointy feet wouldn't scare me anymore.)
4. The eyes.
Oh, I already said that. But seriously, what is she looking at? Or is she in the middle of letting out a fart? We've all been there, Meredith.
5. The overpriced clothes.
You can dress your elf for $9.95. Meredith showed up one day with this jacket, because I thought plumping her up might make her less creepy. Nope. Now she's a creepy elf with a flight jacket and goggles.
6. Not Spoiling The Magic
Sometimes our elf brings small gifts or candy, and Natalie is like, "I swear I saw these elf chocolates at Target..." And then I say, "Oh no, those are different chocolates, these are from the NORTH POLE!" I'm constantly worried I'm going to blow the whole elf on the shelf thing and ruin Natalie's spirit forever and then in ten years she'll have to go to therapy and will say, "The moment when I knew the magic was gone? When my mom ruined the elf on the shelf. I'm broken forever." THE PRESSURE!
Yes, the elf is creepy, but it makes my daughter happy, so she stays. My son?
Agrees with me. But the elf does help with my daughter's attitude. If she starts to snap at me, I remind her Meredith the Elf is watching and she'll shut her mouth and stomp off.
So there IS one benefit of the creepy elf, who may or may not be plotting...