Like many families, we have an elf. Our Elf used to come back to visit the boys on Thanksgiving night and keep his watchful little (creepy) eyes on them each day….and then report to Santa each night for the next 30 days, give or take, until Christmas. It didn’t take me long to realize that 30 days of remembering to move the darn elf was way too much….never mind actually getting creative. So, this year he came back later…and I’m already over it. I’ve managed to get semi creative 1/2 the nights and then simply lamely move him to a new spot other nights. I’d post photos, but I’m too over it to even bother taking pics anymore. That being said, however, I did get a good laugh when I came across photos of Jingle the Elf’s arrival back to Rockport last year.
Last year, he came back to town the night after I found a pair one of the boy’s underwear hanging from a hook in the middle of their bedroom ceiling. Punks.
This is how Jingle felt about that…..never mind how I felt.
Good Morning Gloucester 
I could have never kept up with the Elf thing! I can’t even keep up with the laundry! I’m a boy Mom too, so I can relate to the undies on the ceiling. This was a funny way to handle it, for sure! Merry Elf sitting!
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