I'm all for Christmas tradition. When I was little, we always had an Advent calendar. Each morning, one of us kids would takes turns opening each little slot that indicated the day of the month. Some years, there was chocolate inside for the taking. One year, there was mouse poop instead (oh, old Iowa houses).
We hung stockings from our wooden staircase. We baked an enormous amount of cookies and candy. We would pile into the car with our grandparents and go look at Christmas lights. We listened to holiday tunes every morning before school. We would make our way through an enormous amount of holiday classics - from Rudolph to Pee Wee's Playhouse. Christmas Eve meant a huge vat of oyster stew and a gathering at my family's home for games and conversation. And every year, we would leave out food for Santa and his reindeer.
But there is one "new" tradition that this girl can't get behind - Elf On A Shelf. Call me a scrooge or whatever, but I just can't. First off, they are just beyond ugly. I get nightmares pretty easily, and the best way to trigger them is by surrounding myself with little dolls. That is why I wasn't into Precious Moments, trolls or china dolls dressed up in their finest when I was younger. The creep factor. Even as an adult, it would probably skeeve me out to see an elf staring straight at me while I was vacuuming, placing gifts under the tree - you name it. Gross.
But it has a book, you say, and a movie. Yes, but the interactive Polar Express has a train whistle, and those don't freak me out in the least.
And there are five gazillion fun ways to place our little elf in the house. Hey, don't get me wrong, there are some really smart cookies out there. My Facebook feed is inundated with the daily schedules of these elves. And man, the positions they put their creepy toys in are hilarious and brilliant. Those blogs telling you how to place your doll in the most inappropriate positions - I have read them all. The thing is, I don't know about you, but I'm tired at the end of the day. I mean, Christmas is nuts. You have all the gifts to buy, cards to get out, traveling - besides all your normal work and everyday stuff. I don't have kids yet and some days I am ready to crawl into bed as soon as I get home. So having to come up with another new, funny way to place that ugly thing in my home, cook dinner, and take the kids to all of their after-school practices? No thank you. I feel like it's part of that whole parent mantra of "I have to do it all." For me, as a kid, the whole month of December was exciting enough, I couldn't imagine yet another activity to include in this jam-packed extravaganza.
The main reason I just am not all up on this new fad is the whole "big brother" aspect of it. Honestly, when I was a child, I was confused enough on whether Jesus or Santa was watching me. Did they tag team? Who reported to whom? Where was this ladder to heaven from the North Pole for their secret meetings? With our Catholic confessions, I knew Jesus was always out there and I had to be good on a daily basis, for I had to recite 10 Hail Mary's and 10 Our Father's if I wasn't. And then when Santa came, woof-dah, I tried not to put one toe out of line.
My parents made it pretty clear what the Christmas season was about, but I still had the Santa beliefs down 'til fourth grade. And to add another little minion to the mix to do the fat man's bidding? You are putting Catholic guilt times ten on a little kid. Besides that, my parents never empty threatened us with taking away our presents. "You better be good or you won't get any presents from Santa for Christmas! He's watching!" Yeah right, I doubt that really happens in most households. I can't see my dad in the customer service line at Target during the holiday season returning all my Barbie toys. Not. Gonna. Happen. So instead of the "no presents" gag to get us to behave during the season, it was more of the usual, traditional time outs that were expected year round if we were not handling things right. I mean, why should good manners and well-behaved children be only expected at Christmas time? If that's so, leave that stinkin' elf out all year round.
And lastly, spending $30 on this thing? Dude no. I can find ugly toys for as a little as $2. If I really need to EOAS it someday, I will grab my Ken doll in his mesh gold shirt and green board shorts and get crackin'! I love Christmas. I love tradition. I just don't love the Elf. Sorry, little creepy, gross, ugly tchotchke. Sorry, since you you were introduced in 2005, I'm going to hope you leave in as big of a flurry as you came in.