So here we go again with that freaking elf on the shelf.
People, I just don't know if I want to live in a world where all the mommies are required to creep around their own homes night after night, in the middle of the holy-hell-I-am-so-tired, making big-assed messes to fool the urchins into thinking that elves have gotten up to festive and naughty capers while the family sleeps. And then, of course, the mommies get to clean up the messes while the urchins frolic adorably and drink hot chocolate (made by the mommies, or made by the daddies so the mommies get to clean up that mess, too).
But apparently for some mommies, even this marathon of torture isn't enough work. Now, it seems, it will not do merely to pull the bedraggled elf out of the storage room (if you can find him, because all the Christmas crap was hurriedly stuffed into the laundry room by mistake right before Grandma and the fabulous neighbors arrived for Easter dinner . . . oh. Is that just me?).
This party idea comes from a perky, perky blog called
. I'm not even kidding.
Now, I gather one must host a party to welcome the elf.
A party. Do you believe that shit?
The blogger at
does this kind of thing professionally, so I was ready to cut her a break -- until I read that the elf on her shelf arrives at the "Welcome, Elf!" celebration with gifts for the children of the home. GIFTS!
People, I weep. I mean really, I weep at the prospect of hosting a party for a doll. This just can't be right, can it? My fellow mommies must have been hypnotized into a frosting-covered, jingle-bells-ringing, tinsel-throwing trance. I blame that stupid "Christmas Shoes" song.
Sisters! I call upon you! Rise up! Rise up against the tyranny of the elf on the shelf! You have nothing to lose but your red and green construction paper chains!
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Today's Advent book is
The Year of the Perfect Christmas Tree
, by Gloria Houston. It is 1918, and Ruthie's father has not yet returned from the War. So Ruthie and her mother work together to harvest and transport the town's Christmas tree -- their family's responsibility for many years. Through Ruthie's eyes, we see how heroic and hard-working her mother is, and we learn about the values of the Appalachian community that is their home.