The story goes that she comes to visit a family for the year and reports back to Santa the goings-on each day. She isn't to be touched...
At night she tries out the human world...getting into all kinds of mischief.
On Christmas Eve she heads back to the north Pole for the next 340 days.
A promise to return the following year keeps her magic hopeful.
A friend of mine and I talked about whether or not we would get an Elf this year.
$25 seemed sorta steep for a toy, but it's a one-time purchase.
I really wanted to start a new tradition.
And she's cute.
Plus, I got tickled pink at the thought of all the things "she" could get into.
.........Turns out 25 days is a long time.
Late night scrambling to find something for Effie to do often didn't seem worth the trouble.
But by golly, Cale LOVED it.
The imagination and wonder of a child. It's so spectacular.
He whole-heartily believe that she was real. That she had an 'in' with Santa.
Cale really was the only one who noticed her. He played hot and cold with Pop-Pop every morning to find her. I missed out on the early morning scavenger hunt, but enjoyed being behind the scenes.
We named our Elf, Effie. (Thank you, Hunger Games.)
I picked a girl, a brown girl - to represent the minorities in this household.
Above are just a few of the pictures of things we caught her doing.
Next year I may take a note from other Elf families and fill out a calendar of ideas and stick to them. This way we aren't scrambling at midnight - or even worse - 4 am when I realize she hasn't moved since the previous day....
The magic! The wonder!
...the creativity from momma (and lets face it - Pinterest) :)
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