An “elf-on-the-shelf,” for those who do not have children or who do not live in my corner of the desert where everyone and their dog has one, is a little elf that comes to stay at your house at Christmas-time. He magically goes to report to Santa each night how the children are doing and then returns the next morning to observe the family from a different spot in the house.
(I am personally not the “elf-on-the-shelf” idea’s number one fan, which may sound blasphemous to some…sorry…). But still, somehow there he sits, day after day, making sure our kids are good.
In my humble opinion, our elf must be Santa’s chief elf because he’s obviously getting up there in years.
Isn’t that a good enough explanation as to why he doesn’t move every night?I mean, if we have a tooth fairy who leaves children waiting for an appearance as they sleep on those old teeth for months and months on end, I’m not sure why anyone would think that we would get a spry, on-the-ball elf.
Claire doesn’t agree.
While most of her friends have elves that move every night and make all kinds of mischief, ours sits solemnly in one spot for a few days at a time.
And she had quite enough of that.
So that girl took it upon herself to jumpstart his interest in our family going-ons by writing him a note:
I’m not quite sure what the girlfriend question has to do with anything (I think one of her friend’s elves has a girlfriend?) But luckily that little note kicked our elf into gear.
He must have some teenage reinforcements because he took the bait.
…and wrote a note back.
Now he even has a name: “Lenny.” Which is short for “lento” which apparently means “slow” in Spanish.
And although he may still be a little on the slow side, he sure moves a bunch more than he did.
He was in the microwave with the syrup one morning, ready to read scriptures with us one morning and perched here to watch the kids practice on another fine day:Yep, sometimes you have to take elf matters into your own hands.
Good job, Claire.
Now to work on that tooth fairy…