"Why do you do the Elf On The Shelf if you hate it?"
I've gotten this question before. I've seen other blog posts about it where people rant about being tired of seeing anti-self posts.
Sorry. They're gonna happen.
Yes, I am not fond of the elf.
So why do I do it?
My daughter loves her elf named Meredith. And yes, she's allowed to touch Meredith, because we got an extra special elf. (This also irks some people. "Why don't you follow the rules?" blah blah blah. 'Cause we don't wanna.)
Look. My daughter even made Meredith gifts. She was so excited for her to come back.
(The gifts were homemade bracelets..)
She even wrote a letter, and you have to understand, my daughter HATES to write. She says it cramps up her hand. So when she does it, you know it's because she A) has to because she's in school or B) really wants a person (or thing) to know how she feels. (The letter says: Dear Meredith, I love your work. Your are the best elf in the world. I love you Meredith the Elf.)
My daughter is 8 and is on the cusp of being a kid and a tween. Last week I saw her open her mouth into a perfect O and expertly apply lip gloss.
So maybe this will be her last year believing in Santa. Believing in the elf. If I can give her the last bit of true holiday magic before she starts rolling her eyes at the mention of Santa? I'll do it.
Yes, I might whine and complain about having to move the elf.
But I do it?