Dear Elf on The Shelf ,
I don’t think that I’ve thanked you for the magical air that you’ve brought to our house this Christmas season.
From catching my 3 year old standing in front of you with clasped hands, pink cheeks and twinkling eyes as he whispers what he wants for Christmas so that you can take it on a magical journey directly to Santa (I never would have known about the scooter, otherwise), or finding Princess’ Christmas list tucked into the back of the picture frame on which you are perched or the echoing giggles of delight as they tease each other and remind each other to be good or Elf on The Shelf will tell Santa.
But, I think my favorite part of the magic that you’ve brought to our house is the hunt. The joy and wonder as they gasp when they realize that you’ve once again magically transported to the North Pole and back again, only to land in a different location. One you’ve carefully chosen because of it’s view of the heart of our house.. the rooms where the stories are told, the plays enacted and homework carefully finished. The wonder that fills their eyes, the laughter and squeals that fill both our house and my heart, they are priceless and I can’t thank you enough for adding another element of magic to my children’s lives.
That being said.
We need to talk about this morning.
There I was nestled all snug in my bed with visions of Canon Macro Lenses dancing in my head and all of a sudden I woke up with a FLASH!!!!
Because my 6 year old noticed that you had moved in the night and had to tell me.
By turning on my light and SCREAMING that you’ve moved, YOU’VE MOVED to the top of the Christmas Tree!!!
Thus scaring the ever lovin’ peace out of me at 5:15 this morning.
With lots of love, appreciation and yawns.