December is my all time favorite month of the year. We get to celebrate Jesus birthday, learn who’s been a naughty or nice, and spend time with our loved ones. Holidays are all about traditions and this year daddysmith and I wanted to create a new one with our boys. We have decided to participate doing Elf on the Shelf. For those who don’t know, Elf on the Shelf is an Elf who comes down from the North Pole, observes who’s being naughty or nice and reports back to Santa every night. There are two main rules when it comes to the Elf on the Shelf. First, the elf is to be moved to a different spot in your house every night while your children are asleep so you can create the illusion that every night, the elf is traveling back to the North Pole to report back to Santa about how well your kids behaved that day. Second, you need to make sure your children never touch the elf, or else he’ll lose his “magic.” Sounds easy enough right? Right! Our Elf arrived to the Smith household on December 1 with a book and popcorn to celebrate his arrival. Both smithboys were so excited and very anxious for daddysmith to read the book he brought.
At the end of the book, it asked us to name our Elf. While smithboy#1 was naming all crazy things and smithboy#2 just repeating what his brother was saying I decided to name the Elf James. For those who know my family, James is my grandfathers name so I thought it was fitting. Day two was upon us and when the boys woke up they found Elf James was back from visiting Santa.
He was hiding in our Christmas tree! When smithboy#1 found him he jumped and said “woah mom he scared me, I hope he told Santa Kashy and I were good.” The day went by and night time was here. The boys were being too rambunctious at bed time. They decided they weren’t going to listen to daddysmith and I.. and were going to play all night. So when the next morning hit and they went looking for Elf James they found him on top of their pirate tent in their room.
Smithboy#1 said he thinks Elf James moved to his tent last night because him and his brother weren’t listening and he wanted them to know he told Santa. I couldn’t help but smile and say yes buddy you’re absolutely right, laughed and walked away. Y’all my son figured out exactly what I was thinking when I put the elf on the tent. Three days into December and Elf James has not only taught my oldest a lesson but me included. He has taught me to never underestimated the mind of a five year old.