He’s coming, it’s almost time.
Every year he shows up on Thanksgiving. We wake up and he’s next to the Wampa.
Our Elf on the Shelf, Elfel (my oldest named him).
Then the countless nights of hoping he’s going to be somewhere else in the morning.
I don’t want my kids to be disappointed if Elfel doesn’t get to “fly home at night”, especially if someone was awake upstairs, causing a ruckus.
The pressure he has of finding a new place to hang out can be intense.
He wants to be creative, but he doesn’t want to be touched (he is very tempting) and he wants to be out of reach from Alabama.
He also wants to be somewhere he can see everything so he can report it all back to Santa.
We have asked him not to make a mess and he has listened.
The kids are getting older, so maybe he can get a bit more daring with his spots.
We shall see.
Does the Elf on the Shelf visit you? Where does your elf hang out?