Our Elf on The Shelf with Creepy Eyes Gawks at Us for Two Weeks a Year

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ed.</p><p id="04cf">Tomorrow’s the big day when the magic becomes real. Our Elf only works part-time but holds mesmerizing appeal.</p><p id="cf83">His schedule was reduced, forced cutbacks, I chose my way. He gets 14 days to wow the child before he’ll once again be hidden away.</p><p id="2ea3">I dare say I resented the arrival of the Elf, the devilish one who sits on the shelf. Parents compete with how bad he can be, but I already hated cleaning up after me.</p><p id="83e0">Why would I spill cereal, sugar, or flour, cookies, coffee, syrups, and more when there’s no one here but me who will clean up the sticky floor?</p><p id="bff3">Our Elf came with issues to my grandson, I’ll explain he prefers to stare from strange places, and who are we to complain?</p><p id="ccc9">No stress, after all, no panic allowed, the reworking was fine, and I was free. Each morning we’ll find where he is perched, maybe on the light or even upon our tree.</p><p id="ac06">Christmas spirit abounds, Eddie the Elf does assist ~ but I reap the reward of his hugs always followed with a kiss.</p><div id="14bd" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/sweaty-palms-and-speeding-heart-rate-anxiety-o

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I don’t feel bad for ignoring him for the first year

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Two years of Christmas pasts, a brown paper package arrived I excitedly ripped it open and big tears sprang to my eyes.

They were tears of angst, regret like no other that the gift from hell came from my own mother.

Isn’t it great, they are so much fun, she went on to say that kids are obsessed. They’ll want to see what trouble he makes I sank down to my knees, sad and depressed.

He stayed in the closet that whole first year ~ the Elf, not the baby, was never unwrapped when my grandson turned three, I figured I’d try but for creative ideas, I was mentally tapped.

And now, two weeks before Christmas, visions run through my brain. Simply staged antics will work and I refuse to be drained.

Tomorrow’s the big day when the magic becomes real. Our Elf only works part-time but holds mesmerizing appeal.

His schedule was reduced, forced cutbacks, I chose my way. He gets 14 days to wow the child before he’ll once again be hidden away.

I dare say I resented the arrival of the Elf, the devilish one who sits on the shelf. Parents compete with how bad he can be, but I already hated cleaning up after me.

Why would I spill cereal, sugar, or flour, cookies, coffee, syrups, and more when there’s no one here but me who will clean up the sticky floor?

Our Elf came with issues to my grandson, I’ll explain he prefers to stare from strange places, and who are we to complain?

No stress, after all, no panic allowed, the reworking was fine, and I was free. Each morning we’ll find where he is perched, maybe on the light or even upon our tree.

Christmas spirit abounds, Eddie the Elf does assist ~ but I reap the reward of his hugs always followed with a kiss.