When I was a young booger factory I would count the days till Christmas. So excited was I to open my gifts especially the ones I had begged, annoyed, and threatened my mother to buy me. This year will mark the last time I will be on the receiving end of the gift giving tradition as next year will be Jagger's first Christmas, putting me in my mother's shoes. If Jagger is anything as good as me in the tactics of gift lobbying, then I am in for a lot of
holiday insanity where parents line up right before the crack of dawn in cold, empty parking lots, preparing to bull-charge their way to grab the season's hottest thingamajig for their child. My wish after the jump...
Have you been naughty or nice this year? If you've been listening too much to the little red guy on your shoulder, then you better hope that the elf wasn't watching you.
"Who?", you ask.
On the radio this morning a local talk show mentioned this stuffed elf doll conveniently named
Elf on the Shelf. The idea, in all it's simplicity is to leave the elf...
on the shelf.
"Why?", you ask.
To scare of course! Tell your child the elf reports directly to Santa. So if he sees you doing anything bad, Santa will know. That means no more red tricycle, no more Barbie doll, no more Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock, and this thing which tells time. All because the elf Judased you. Simple right? Is this an innovative idea? Or just the start of your kid's psychotherapy?
Mary and I kicked off the start of the holiday season with a trip to a few local stores on Black Friday. Broke and exhausted, we came back with several stockings for every member of the family. Pictures after the jump...
