It all started last year on one of our weekly trips to Costco. Rather than sniffing around for the next best sample to beg me for as standard ritual would go, I was stranded in the toy aisle surrounded by 4 tiny chanting humans begging "please, mommy please". As my sanity slowly eluded me, I could only think of the new responsibility that I would be taking on because 4 children, one on the way, two dogs, and everything else in between wasn't enough. It was a life or death situation, there was no way they would survive the holiday season without the scout elf joining our family. Clearly No wasn't even an option so home came the elf.
Before the grocery's could even make it in the door, in came the elf. Naturally, the package was ripped open and the poor guy was tugged and pulled until he was free from the restraints within the box. Besides, who needs to read the directions, the book was just an extra gift from Santa my children declared, there was no true purpose for it.
Finally, after the grocery's all found their place I was able to sit down to read the book, and then read it again. So, naturally the first thing we had to do was give our new friend a name. You could imagine the eagerness on all ends, four very stubborn, strong willed children, and they ALL had the best name. The only option to try to avoid as much as an argument possible was to draw names from a hat. All options were written down, and with happiness and much relief on my end out we pulled "jingles", not that the other option's weren't good but I am not so such "Optimus prime", or "Kitty" were appropriate fits.
The season came and went, and our scout elf did his best. Sometimes he forgot to move from the spot the night before. Sometimes the toddler of the family wanted to toss Jingles around with out Mommy looking, and there was even an incident or two where the animals of the house wanted to join in on the fun.
Jingle's decided to make his appearance this year on Thanksgiving, as he did the same last year with his first official appearance being Thanksgiving morning. Even with him only being here for less than a week we have already had a few incidents that mom needed to be quick witted for. Don't get me wrong, we had similar situations last year so I was a little bit more experienced this year.
1. Mommy, mommy the Elf didn't move!
Ok, the Elf slacked a little bit and didn't make the trip to the North Pole like he was intended to, OR maybe he did and he just really loved the spot he was in so he decided to take up the same spot. It is even a possibility that he is just super tired and its ok if he didn`t move.
2. EVERYONE IS TOUCHING THE ELF!!!
No one ever said that elves were the smartest, so putting themselves in bad circumstances may occur a time or too. Believe me its OK. Our elf, every year (never learning his lesson) makes his arrival Thanksgiving morning. Its fantastic, he always comes bearing gifts, and writes the kids a great letter that they just eat up (figuratively, but onces literally), and its great until everyone realizes that he is on the table, again, and we kinda need the table to eat on. But its ok, because you're allowed to move the elf if it is going to be in harms way. I PROMISE THEY WILL NOT LOSE THEIR POWERS!
We spoke to the Big Guy ourselves, even recieved a letter of approval from him. Although Jingles our elf does not LOVE to be touched, it's ok as long as we are not trying to take his magic away, and BELIEVE ME, SANTA KNOWS EVERYTHING, so he will know if we are just touching him to move him, or give him the occaisional hug hello or if we just don't want our elf telling on us. The big guy in the red suit knows it all.
At the end of the day, things are going to happen. We're parents, and they are mere elves. I know the motive behind the scout elf is behavior management, and I am sure it helps, but what I love the most about having the elf in our house is the magic it brings. It is like having Christmas morning every morning. The light in my children's smile is more magical than any magic the elf could bring.