Next Friday, our elf, Gloria, is coming to stay with us. Even as I type this, I know that parents are either sharing in the Elf on the Shelf festivities or rolling their eyes at this crazy (and to some, semi creepy) pain of a tradition. Yes, it can sometimes be a pain. Yes, I have forgotten to move Gloria on occasion or found myself getting up out of bed when I remember to do it. But no matter how much I like or dislike the process, there is one thing that reigns supreme over my decision to fully dive into the Elf on a Shelf world. My daughter LOVES it!
The first year we had Gloria visit, my little girl was only 1. A friend gave the elf to us and while I knew my little one wouldn’t understand the story behind the elf, I put Gloria on a shelf and pointed her out to my daughter everyday. However, last year, at age 2, she was all about her elf. She looked for Gloria every morning and was excited to see what her elf had been up during the night. The top 5 elfy activities my daughter seemed to get the most amusement from were:
- Gloria made French toast pops for breakfast
- She brought a candy cane “seed” and we planted it and watched it grow all season long
- Gloria turned our puppies into Rudolph
- She brought instant snow in a can from the North Pole (this was a messy one!)
- All of my daughter’s favorite toys threw Gloria a farewell party on Christmas Eve
The hardest part for my little one was when Gloria was gone. The day after Christmas she still was looking for her and kept asking when she would be back. At 2, that is a hard concept to grasp. But we had left a postcard from Gloria from the North Pole in her Christmas stocking and she kept looking at it. Knowing she was back with Santa seemed to help.
I am excited to see her reaction to Gloria’s arrival this year. We’ve already been talking about her for a month! For all the times I will get tired of thinking of moving Gloria around the house, I will remember one thing. My daughter LOVES her Elf on the Shelf. And I love my daughter. So as long as she loves this tradition, as long as there’s excitement, as long as there’s the innocent belief in an elf that visits on behalf of Santa, there will be magic in my house. Even if it’s in the form of an elf that I forgot to move one night.