It’s just that last year I read lots of social media posts on what everyone’s Elf was getting up to and kicked myself that I’d missed a trick all these years to get my boys to display their bestest, present worthy selves during the christmas season. It’s not that I jump at the chance to threaten them with the wrath of Father Christmas at every opportunity, it just helps when you have an extra tool in your parenting bag.
You see I love Christmas, I really do. When house hunting I judged houses by where I could out up the tree and luckily live in a neighbour hood which gets fully involved in all festivities (if you consider covering your house and hogging the national grid’s supply of electricity a festivity?) I also have a very large family who like to celebrate together and we’ve shared many happy memories over the years. Yup, chaos, fairy lights and glitter. I’m even smiling as I type.
I thought I had tried every Christmas tradition going, letters from Father Christmas, snowy footsteps up the stairs, magic reindeer food, milk and mince-pie out for Santa (we’ve stopped the Baileys as I couldn’t bear to share) to name a few.
The only problem was my boys were growing up.
I was on borrowed time for the magic of belief and was clutching at straws and pulling out all the stops to stretch it out one more year. Tween’s days were numbered and I was worried that the idea of a toy reporting back to the man in red would tip his belief systems over the edge. The Toddler was too young to understand it all so I watched from afar, but promised myself we will give it a go one day.
For those of you who have been living in a cave and wondering what on earth I waffling on about, The Elf on the Shelf ® is a scout elf you adopt from the North Pole (bear with me on this one) who watches what your children are doing during the day and report back to Father Christmas at night. He uses Christmas magic to fly around the house or where ever he may need to go. And where he ends up the next morning is the exciting part. Waking up and looking for him or her becomes a real Christmas run up tradition.
We have named our scout elf Parker ( I’ll explain that one, we’re a house full of males and Spiderman has featured heavily over the years, even the boys have joined in with the spider love occasionally, plus our favourite break is a Centre Parcs. it’s really not that creative but it was that or Batman, Bruce, Wayne or Buddy)
We’ll be registering Parker on the 1st of December when Daz gives us the go ahead to embrace anything festive. I’m actually really excited about seeing what entertainment Parker brings us and although he might not be fully aware of what’s happening, we’re setting up a new tradition for Christmases to come.
I’m sure Tween will secretly enjoy working out where he ends up and although he won’t admit it, he’ll still be listening when I read The Elf on the Shelf: A Christmas Tradition to Toddler.