Blink Those Eyes For Once!!! |
Late
last night I took our Elf On The Shelf and stuffed him into the back corner of
a drawer in the kitchen instead of allowing him his usual magical trip back and
forth to the North Pole.
“I
feel so used!” I could hear him sob
as his face hit the corner and little legs folded in beside him.
Used
is right. That’s the point, isn’t it?
He’s
supposed to keep track of and curb the kids’ behavior with the tremendous threat
of reporting back to Santa each night. However, this year, my kids had become
complacent as Elf OTS wasn’t living up to his rep as “child behavior
modification magic wand” like the packaging had promised. I was having to actually parent and manage naughty
holiday behavior. I have no time for this! Am I right, moms and dads???
And
so it was time to teach the kiddos a lesson and put a little fire under Elf
OTS’s fuzzy little patoot…..
So
Elf didn’t show up in this morning like he usually does. The kids searched and
looked and peeked and poked and groaned. Luckily, they weren’t listening hard
enough to hear his muffled cries from his banished spot in the junk drawer.
What
the kids DID find was my hairy-mommy-eyeball looking down on them instead:
“Yep, he didn’t come home from Santa’s due to hideous crimes committed during bedtime
last night. Flying toothpaste. Illegal room entry. Incessant, grating
squabbling! He’s probably STILL talking to Santa right now about how awful you
guys were last night!” Grrrrr.
Thirty
years from now I may pay for this. Literally. As what little inheritance my
kids do get from me will likely go
straight to their extraordinarily well-paid therapist – however, desperate
holiday times call for desperate holiday measures.
Heads-up Elf On The Shelf! |
Elf OTS, if you can hear me in there… man up. Elf up. Whatever. Blink those eyes for once and scare the crap out of my kids. Make an entrance. Show your stuff. Fly around and wreck a few things. Channel a little Leprechaun and modify the behavior of my naughty children! ‘Cause if not, chances are you’ll be the favorite chewy-toy, stocking stuffer of Fido/Spot/Rufus next holiday season.
Just
sayin’…. Ho ho ho!
(Namaste
& Three Cheers! –OM)
Ansel get yur pawz off!
ReplyDeleteWe don't have the elf here-----
however....
I just keep a menacing bucket of black shiny coal strategically placed on the hearth near the "stockings hung with care."
mwah ah ah....
coal - elf.... whatever your poison! ;) ho ho ho!
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