Elf on the Shelf - Not A Fan
After yesterday's laundry confessional you would think I would have felt my heart pure enough to go on..but it seems I might have one more thing to get off my chest.
I HATE the Elf on the Shelf. There.. I did it. Click "unfollow" if you must but I have said it and there is no going back.
There is something about it that skeeves me out. Pushing the idea of a small pixie sitting with a silent but watchful eye all day and then zipping back to the pole at night to report on the good and bad doings of children across the land.
I don't feel comfortable abdicating my parenting to a gumby limbed elf who models himself and life goals on the Watergate years and don't want my kids being "good" for a mythical thing of any sort. So banking "goody-gum drop points" so that Santa will bring them extra holiday swag really sits wrong with me. What kid should have to go through the month worrying that the extra cookie they snitched will be their holiday downfall... don't we have enough guilt?
But most of all it's BOGUS - since lets face it.. what if the kid is a total pill the whole month, are you REALLY going to cancel Christmas or give them just a lump of coal. And to flip it around, maybe they really have been bad.. but you have not found out about it ( thinking about a young boy I knew who had been drilling holes in his wall with his pocket knife and then hiding it.. only to one day break down and confess in tearful angst and fear that we would not love him anymore)... so they have now gotten away with it.. the pasty little elf did not rat them out... so why not keep on being bad.. you still get the toys anyway... no thank you, I am not interested in any of those dynamics I have enough drama already by having 3 teens at once!
I know.. it is supposed to be fun... call me a Grinch and be happy loving on your elf and tending to his nightly adventures.. it is just not my thing.
Me and my cold, shriveled up elf hating* little heart will make cookies instead :)
Luckily I am not alone-
Check out what the Gentle Mom had to say about her dislike of the little dude.
p.s. This confession stuff is really wearing me out, tomorrow - less angst, more glitter!
Labels: Household Confessional