Our little elf was once full of life and wonder. Usually up to no good, our oldest child would revel in the elf’s antics from the night before: “OH MY GOSH, HE TURNED THE MILK GREEN”, or “HE POOPED CANDY.” Those were exciting times. This year, however, our elf has been pretty lazy.
Typically our elf comes back the Friday after Thanksgiving, as that is when we decorate for Christmas. This year, however, he was two days late. No one noticed or cared.
When our elf finally did come back, he sat up in the tree which was his usual first time back spot, but he was missing his hat. He lost it. Our elf sat in that same spot in the tree for three days. No one noticed or cared.
Our oldest finally asked about him one night before bed, and why he hadn’t come back. I mentioned, “oh yeah, I think he did come back. I saw him sitting in the tree the other day. You can check it out tomorrow”. Tomorrow came, and he forgot. Two days later I prompted him to look in the tree and find him. “I see him”, he smiled. Then went back to playing. He didn’t really care.
When I mentioned the elf to my daughter, she cried, turned her head away, and didn’t want to look at him. “He’s too scary. I don’t want to see him.” I think she was worried about his Chrismas magic and seeing him move. Trying to encourage the other two boys to care, I pointed out the elf to them. They looked and then looked away. They did not care either.
A week later when the elf finally decided to move again, he made a small little leap over to the mantel. He lay down beneath the garland and waited to be found. That was ten days ago, and you know what? NO ONE NOTICED OR CARED. He’s still there. You know who else doesn’t really care? This mom.