My Ode To The Elf on the Shelf

The Elf on the Shelf, the thorn in my side

Over and over I've asked myself why

With a newborn baby my mind forgets

Where exactly should the Elf sit

I'm running out of ideas I am running out of time

He has to be moved before sunrise

Otherwise the next morning I will only hear

Why is the Elf still sitting here?

Then I must think of a sorry excuse

To why he stayed right where he was

I feel really bad that I wasn't quick enough

To find that darn Elf a new hiding spot

Out of my mouth comes he really likes it there

I really feel like I just don't care

My story fools my child or so I think

Then the questions come pouring in

Did he make it to the north pole?

I hope no one touched him

Did he tell him I was good?

Did he tell him I love him?

Everything is fine I have to explain

Santa knows you were good

(How many days is it now till I have to keep hiding this annoying elf now?)

Then after all questions are answered we go about our day

Until it is bedtime and we are all tucked away

My newborn wakes up mid evening for a feeding

Then it pops into my head that elf wasn't moved

I can't forget again I can't take all the questions

So I rush down with baby mid feeding to hide our elf

So I can go back to sleep if I don't it will nag me all night

Can't wait till I can put the elf away for the year

But I will be in this position at Christmas time again next year

I started what seemed like a fun Christmas tradition

Now I know not to make any more additions

The Pinterest ideas all seem quite clever

Who has the time to do this stuff better

Whole scenes put together

Complete with a laugh

I like to be creative but I don't have the time to craft

It will just have to be good enough that I remembered him at all

And put him in a position that he doesn't fall

Or easily touched by my 3 year old boy

So the magic doesn't fade and my boys get a toy