It's the holiday season, which means I'm covered head to toe in glitter and glass shards and at a complete and total loss what to get anyone for Christmas this year. Welcome to Christmas 2015!
As in typical fashion at my house, we came late to the holiday party. While everyone else had their tree up the day after Thanksgiving, we finally decorated this past weekend. Which means, of course, James the Elf is back.
I'm not against the elf. When we're being creative, he's actually a lot of fun. But, if you don't already know, we are procrastinators. Which makes us forgetters. Which makes us next-morning panickers and rushers. Which makes us failures.
The 11-year-old doesn't believe anymore (heart. breaking.), but the 8-year-old does. And, for weeks now, he's been asking after James. Unfortunately, James had a wee bit of an accident last year. He was left somewhere a little too close to my sister's dog and... ended up headless. Somehow, we were able to put him together again, but he's looking pretty beat up. He's fraying at the neckline, I didn't do a very good job removing the black eye he got from the Nutcracker last year, his smile is just a little less bright.
I'm hoping no one looks too closely.
So, we're on Day 2 of Elf Watch. Yesterday, he was in the Christmas tree and was thoughtful enough to leave a note, explaining his absence. (Basically, he thanked us for finally decorating so he could come back. Yeah, thanks for pointing our our failures, James.) Today he moved to another Christmas decoration.
We're awesome at this thing.
I'm hoping we'll get a little more creative. Last year, the husband created a zip line for James to hang from, we've had him have some "fun" (not fun for me) with toothpaste, and there's always Pinterest for inspiration... or to make us look worse.
Can't. Wait.
