Times flies like the Elf on the Shelf

My son is 11, and this was the year he had the twinkle of a question mark in his eye when I spoke about Santa. I knew that he knew that I knew that he knew Santa wasn’t real. Phew, I was relieved we entered another phase. Or was I? At first, I was thrilled I didn’t have to take the Elf on the Shelf out and consistently find a new space for this stuffed sock with that scary cupid look every day. You see I always forgot to move the damn “thing” so, I just bought a few and placed them around the house in case I forgot to move him.  It used to kinda freak him out that thing could fly and move that fast!  That’s right, sometimes I am a bit smarter than I look.

Then my son handed me his “Christmas List.” That’s when I exhaled the sigh of relief to be followed by my arms up in the air, me screeching a loud “Wheeeeee.” Picture à la going down the big hill on the biggest roller coaster.

But, taking a closer look at this year “wish list” my son gave me made me questioned how long ago he figured out that Mom and Dad were the real gift givers.  Okay, he does only have 6 items, but they are big ones for an 11-year-old.  Number 6 is the best one in my book. Anything! (Good).

Then my heart sank and I kinda got all mushy and sad that this part of him believing in the fantasy of Santa was gone for me forever.  Argh, if he could have just believed for one more year, it could have help not push us over our Holiday budget for 2018!

Oh well, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! 😊

 

#dingdongtheelfisgone
#Americanexpressissanta

 

 

 

 

 

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