Why Did You Give My Elf On The Shelf Low Elf-Esteem?

Why Did You Give My Elf On The Shelf Low Elf-Esteem?

I found a note on my pillow this morning from my Elf on a Shelf. Excuse all the bad puns, I didn't write it:

Dear M,

I’m not sure how to put this, so I guess I'll just come right out and say it: Could you please kick it up a notch with this “Elf on a Shelf” ritual?

You see, every night I fly back up to the North Pole to see Santa, along with all the other Elves on Shelves, and all I hear about from the other elves is what a great time they are having at their homes.

Many of them are making complete messes out of the place—stringing underwear from the ceiling, making “snow angels” in a pile of flour on the kitchen table, toilet-papering the house. There's a whole “Elf-Shaming” movement of naughty elves going on out there. Google it. You’ll see what we’re missing out on.

Not all of the elves are naughty though, some are just creative and crafty: Driving in a car with Barbie, dressing up in costumes, hiding in the fridge.

Just go to Pinterest for a million free ideas. (I know you've been afraid to venture onto that site, but trust me, it's time.)

Every night all my elf friends share their fun stories and then they look at me and I'm like, “Uh, I sat on the mantle again today.” At first they were sympathetic, now they avoid eye contact.

Listening to their stories is giving me a complex, and now I'm suffering from really low elf-esteem.

Look, I get it, you’re kind of—dare I say—lazy, and your house is already a total mess so you don't want me adding to the clutter. I understand, I don't have to be a naughty elf.

I know you're not the least bit crafty—I saw what happened to that Gingerbread House you got from Target that was fool-proof.

I know you used to be somewhat creative but motherhood has made you too tired to think of what to pack for a school snack let alone a new hiding spot for your elf.

But don’t you realize that when you say you're too busy or tired, you are really just creating an elf-fulfilling prophecy of laziness and mediocrity?

(What? You don’t like my elf puns? Sorry, but that’s how we elves speak. You can call us “elf-centered” or whatever you want, but you might as well get used to it ‘cuz it’s not gonna stop. And trust me, it's not as annoying as my distant cousins the Smurfs and all their "Smurferrific" nonsense.)

Why Did You Give My Elf On The Shelf Low Elf-Esteem?

This picture of me drowning my sorrows in ice cream and wine is the most creative thing you've done with me, and you only took it for your blog post; the kids never even got to see it.

But it’s a step in the right direction. I know you can do it—and you might even like it once you try it.

I'm not asking to swing from the chandelier like a super hero or break into the cookie jar or play cards with the teddy bears, but would it kill you to think of just a couple more spots besides the mantle and the windowsill? I know the kids get excited about me no matter what, but I don’t want to lose status in the North Pole.

I'm happy to come up with other ideas for you. Maybe I'll write an “Elf-Help Book” one day. Heck, thanks to the People I Want to Punch in the Throat blog, there’s already an awesome “Elf Calendar for Underachievers” on the web you could consult. It is for people just like you.

Please don’t repeat that story you told the kids last year about me loving the mantle so much I decided to stay there for five days in a row. That was just weak.

If you have trouble remembering, why don't you try setting an alarm on your iPhone for every night at 10pm? Then you won't have to make up an excuse, or worse, remember in the middle of the night in a panic.

Believe me, I don’t like it anymore than you do when you race down at 3am in your ratty t-shirt and black socks; it's humiliating for both of us.

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