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There’s a local station which, starting Thanksgiving weekend, plays nothing but Christmas music. My current earworm is Johnny Mathis singing “The Most Wonderful Time of The Year.”
But seriously, this year the lead-up to Christmas has been pretty awesome. O is totally into it; he picked out additional lights for the outside of our house, has insisted that we bake cookies for Santa Claus on Thursday, and has picked out gifts for his friends and Jeff and I at the Dollar Store. We listen to Christmas songs in the car, and we’ve been watching Disney’s “Prep and Landing” on repeat since Thanksgiving.
A week or so ago, though, he said to my next door neighbor, We don’t have an Elf for our house.
And then, this weekend, he asked if we could ask Santa to send us one.
I dislike the whole concept of the Elf for so many reasons. There’s the Big Brother aspect of it – the whole threat that he will go back to Santa and tell on him. There’s the whole social-media-Pinterest thing – making the Elf do ridiculous things and setting up crazy situations, etc etc.
It’s one thing to have an Elf and truly enjoy playing with him and setting it up and moving him and having FUN with it. I just didn’t see that happening with me; I saw him as another responsibility. And I didn’t want to get one.
But then O asked if we could ask Santa for one, because he wants one. And he said, Mom, the Elf can take my list to Santa Claus for me! We don’t need to email him!
And it struck me that same night: How many years will we have where he believes? He’s our only child, and he’s seven. Maybe we have three more years where Christmas is full of magic, where Santa comes to our house and eats cookies and drinks milk and leaves O presents.
S0. Owen doesn’t know it, but our house is getting an Elf. He’s going to arrive tomorrow night with a note from Santa.
Like all things, we’ll make our own traditions with our Elf. He will not be naughty or do silly things. He will move here and there… maybe. He’ll bring messages to Santa if need be.
But this is the most wonderful time… and it’s fleeting.
For a couple more years, we can have an Elf in our house.