Elf on the Shelf Causes Chaos

How does Santa keep track of all those children and know who has been naughty or nice? Which girls and boys deserve the latest, hottest toys? Or, which ones missed their goal and will receive only coal in their stockings? Santa’s special agent, the elf on the shelf, is the answer.

My niece’s family adopted one of these special elves to watch over her four year old son until Christmas. The elf hides in various spots around the house and then magically flies to the North Pole each night to report to the big guy. However, caution must be taken around the elves and the only rule is that they must never be touched or they will lose their magic. Each elf comes with this instruction–“There’s only one rule that you have to follow so I will come back and be here tomorrow: Please do not touch me. My magic might go, and Santa won’t hear all I’ve seen or I know.”

Armed with this information young Aidan has been on his best behavior since Thanksgiving. That is, until this week. Oh yes, he was swayed by some of his preschool buddies and fell over to the naughty side. It seems he and several other boys were being typical ornery boys and were rough-housing in the bathroom. When his mother arrived at the school to pick him up the teacher said she needed to talk with her. As she disappeared into the conference room his face fell from a big grin to absolute desolation. He was BUSTED!

On the ride home he perked up and decided he wasn’t in trouble after all because the incident happened away from home where the elf couldn’t see what he had done. But when his mother reminded him that the elf was magical and knew everything, then his mood turned to real fear. He worried and fretted about what would happen.

The next morning his mother, forgetting the events of the day before, decided it was a good time to go see Santa. Nope, he didn’t want to see Santa. He wasn’t going! He drug his feet and pouted because he knew he was really in trouble now. Santa knew everything! How could he face Santa after what he had done? Once his mother figured out why he didn’t want to see Santa she had to do some fast thinking to convince him it would be alright. She told him that this Santa they were going to see wasn’t the real Santa but his brother. OK then, that made all the difference.

We adults think we are home free and don’t have to worry about an elf on the shelf spying on us but we are wrong. We actually carry that little elf on our shoulder—it is called a conscience.

Happy Holidays!


Aidan making up with Santa





279.365 happy april fools day,

Image by ashley rose, via Flickr

Re:    The joke is on me

April 2, 2011

Dear WordPress staff:

You got me—and you got me good!

I am still fairly new to blogging having been at this for less than a year. Daily I check my stats to see how I am doing. March 31st marked my highest readership to date and I was ecstatic. I decided to celebrate April Fool’s Day with a satire of a hotly debated political issue in our great state of Ohio. I was rather proud of the finished product (Breaking News: Governor, Legislators Agree to Teach in Public Schools) and cockily announced, “Genuis!” when I pressed the publish button.

Imagine my surprise when I checked my stats site shortly after posting to see the bar on the graph soar far above the previous day. I checked back frequently to see the bar continue to rise. Wow! I was excited to see that others must also think my post was a flash of brilliance. However, I was confused because the actual number read 10—12—16—and then 18. But dumb me still didn’t get the joke. I thought I must have passed a magical point where the prefix was no longer recorded—such as of 110 or 1,010.

I finally read the small print above the figures that said April Fools—but I still didn’t get it. Instead, I wondered how the administrators of the site knew my post was intended as an April Fool’s Day joke when I presented it as a straight news story. Did you have a special program that interpreted the categories of all your posts?

Then—finally—I got it! You pulled a good one on this older and wiser author (or so I thought). I was so busy designing my elaborate prank that I didn’t see yours.

Job well done!

Sdobbie46 (Sheila Dobbie)

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