A few years back, during a chat with my mom, she casually mentioned, “Oh, by the way, I’ve sent you something in the mail. It should arrive later this week. Have you heard of the Elf on the Shelf? All the kids in my preschool class are buzzing about their elves.”
Since my mom taught preschool, she often had her finger on the pulse of the latest holiday trends and toys long before I did, especially in my sleep-deprived state. Whether it was a hot new toy or a must-see holiday movie, she was always eager to help me look like the best mom around, either by taking the kids to see the film herself or sending a thoughtful care package. Usually, I appreciated it.
But in the case of Jingle McSprinkle, the Elf on the Shelf who came to haunt our home five years ago, I still hold a grudge. I attribute the chaos he brings each December to my mother. Sorry, not sorry, Mom.
I absolutely loathe that little red felt troublemaker.
Every holiday season, as the countdown begins, I cringe knowing I have 24 days of moving that little felt annoyance around my house, all in an effort to convince my children that this mischievous elf has been making nightly trips to the North Pole. It’s mind-boggling how gullible kids can be; they fully buy into the myth, hook, line, and sinker! I shudder when one of my little ones inevitably asks, “I wonder when Jingle will be back?” as soon as the leaves begin to change color. I know I’m in for a whole month of devising creative scenarios for that little red rascal to appear as if he’s been up to playful Yuletide antics.
Honestly, I start with the best of intentions. My kids genuinely get a kick out of discovering Jingle held captive by Lego figures or having a snowball fight with our Christmas tree ornaments using marshmallows as “snowballs.” (Come on, you’ve done worse, admit it.) The time they believe in Santa is fleeting, so I want to savor that magic before the inevitable moment comes when they no longer believe, and my heart will break on Christmas morning.
Still, it’s a monumental task to keep the charade alive. Here’s a glimpse into my month-long journey with Jingle—a sort of Captain’s log chronicling my descent into Elf on the Shelf madness.
November 29
Where did I hide that pesky elf again?
December 1
Jingle has arrived! His note from Santa caused much excitement and good behavior.
December 2
Found Jingle playing with Lego bricks and a stuffed reindeer. The kids loved it!
December 3
Spotted Jingle creating an igloo out of cotton balls—thank you, Pinterest, for saving my sanity.
December 4
Jingle made “snow angels” in flour on the counter. Note to self: flour is a nightmare to clean up!
December 5
Jingle is nestled among the ornaments in the Christmas tree.
December 6 to 8
Still hiding in the tree. Kids are none the wiser.
December 11
Wine consumed, and Jingle is completely forgotten. There’s always tomorrow, right?
December 12
Kids are in an uproar because Jingle forgot to return from the North Pole. His creepy smile remains.
December 13
Jingle inexplicably found near the fireplace. A little too close for comfort, if you ask me.
December 16
Heard that Lucy’s elf brought Disney World tickets. Note to self: confront Lucy’s mom at the next PTA meeting.
December 17
Kids are in shock to find Jingle under the minivan. No explanation given. Morale is low.
December 18
Back in the Christmas tree, again. Anyone who complains loses a Christmas present.
December 19
Word is Jack’s elf brought plane tickets for a surprise trip. The kids are not impressed with Jingle’s gift of candy canes.
December 21
Jingle must meet his end. Today’s plan: blame it on the dog.
December 23
Drunk from too much eggnog at the holiday party. Considered tossing Jingle in the trash.
December 25
Hooray! Santa came! I collapse on the floor amidst the wrapping paper and toys. Jingle’s creepy gaze is still upon me.
December 26
Return that red felt menace to the North Pole where he belongs. I pray that next year will be the one where my kids no longer expect this little troublemaker in our home.
As much as I loathe perpetuating the myth of a traveling elf, I know I’m just biding my time. One day, I’ll get to call one of my kids and say, “Oh, by the way, I sent you something in the mail. It’ll be there Friday.” And then, revenge will be mine.
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Summary:
This lighthearted narrative explores the challenges and humorous experiences of integrating the Elf on the Shelf tradition into family life, from creative setups to the inevitable chaos that ensues. It highlights both the joys and frustrations of parenting during the holiday season, showcasing the lengths parents go to maintain the magic of Christmas for their children.
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