This year we had a very special Elf on the Shelf visitor stay with us for the lead up to Christmas.
Every year Santa sends out a special Scout Elf to monitor kids behaviour and report back to Santa each night. The kids get to name their elf and went with the very creative ELFIE (Elf The Elf). Elfie then returns each morning hiding in a different place for the kids to find. There are only two rules;
Rule#1 – You cannot touch Elfie or his magic will not work.
Rule#2 – Elfie isn’t allowed to talk to us.
But you can talk to him, share your secrets and tell him what you want for Christmas.
I’m a firm believer in keeping the wonder of magic alive for our kids for as long as is humanly possible. Which I passionately mentioned in an earlier post, and Elfie is no exception.
Each morning before the sun has even winked across the horizon, our bedroom is infiltrated by two highly excited tots screaming, ‘Elfie moved! Elfie moved!’. They rip our eyelids open with the same fury applied to opening presents and I remind myself this is what I signed up for. We drag ourselves out of bed trying not to trip over the bags under our eyes to participate in the Elfie hunt.
As exciting as it is, our 4 year old boy is quite wily in the ways of magic and often presents an understanding of things way beyond his underdeveloped years. Day two of Elfie’s arrival and he was already a bit suss that Elfie didn’t move during the day. But low-and-behold, he did. He’d ask questions like, ‘How can he hear? He doesn’t have holes in his ears.’ And although his excitement and wonder spiked again through Elfie’s daytime antics, he did confide in Mumma that, ‘Me think Elfie’s not real. Me think Dad just moving him around.’
Translation: I need to up my game.
I had the brilliant idea of setting up the camera on Elfie at night and set it to motion control. Any sound or movement would trigger the camera to record and we can check it in the morning and see if we discovered anything.
Was Indy on board with that plan? You bet he was. And the next morning, he ripped the sheets clean out from underneath us like a magician rips a tablecloth from under a dinner setting. We checked the camera and discovered it had recorded seven times during the night. The first six times turned out to just be Mumma or myself going to the bathroom, looking for our iPads and going to bed.
But the last time…well, take a look for yourself.
I think the quiver in Indy’s lip tells you everything. 😉