Diary of an Elf on the Shelf

Listen… I know you think I’m a snitch.

That I was sent here to keep your kids in check. The Naughty and the Nice.

But you’ve got me all wrong.

I’m here for much more than that.

I’m here for one mission… to make YOU believe in the real Magic.

I’ll never forget the first time those kids laid their eyes on me. It was the first time I really felt alive. Really saw the Magic.

Their mother had read them my book the night before, and the next morning I waited for them, perched on a shelf in their living room.

Their little eyes lit up, and they squealed with delight upon finding me.

Every morning they woke up and ran around the house looking for me. And every time they found me it was like Christmas day.

The first few years were simple. I’d just move from place to place. My presence in a new spot was enough to spark excitement!

Before long, some social page insisted that I participate in impossible antics. I wasn’t just sitting on a shelf anymore. I was sipping syrup in the fridge. Cruising around in Barbie’s convertible. Fighting off armies of plastic men. Drawing funny faces over family portraits. Being frozen in ice by Elsa… And even sometimes caught in compromising situations that I’m too embarrassed to mention… But the kids ate it up!

They had this rule that they weren’t supposed to touch me, but I remember the first time one of them did. It was an accident. I was hanging from a Spidey web I’d created the night before. The poor child walked into me and knocked me to the floor.

My heart broke as they cried hysterically, believing they’d ruined my Magic.

The following morning, I was tucked into a bed of tissues, wrapped in gauze. I would be on bed rest for a couple days. I was hurt, but not broken.

I was soon magically healed… and the antics could continue.

And year after year they did.

Until the oldest learned “The Secret.” I knew it was coming. He’d been looking at me more skeptically. He’d even touched me and found me unscathed the next morning.

I was afraid he’d be upset. That the Magic might be lost.

But he proved how strong the Magic really was.

One night when Mom and Dad were too tired and fell asleep, he woke early and noticed I hadn’t moved…

So… He moved me!

His parents were roused by his little sister calling my name. They jumped up, realizing they had forgotten and ran downstairs in a panic only to find me sitting in the Christmas tree with a candy cane in hand. The little girl was giggling, none the wiser to the passing of power. The brother stood behind her, a beaming smile splitting his face. She didn’t notice, but the parents did. They realized the Magic was spreading.

We had a couple more good years. New antics. New surprises. New hysterics. Mom and Dad were thankful for the help of their oldest…

But this year, when I was dug out by the family after Thanksgiving, I was set on a shelf and hadn’t moved since.

I felt like it was over. Since they didn’t believe, the Magic was gone.

I watched my family decorate the tree. I watched their new puppy trying to rip down ornaments, a new daily excitement. I watched the snow fall. I watched the brown boxes delivered, hurried up the stairs, down the stairs, to hidden places. And while my family moved about, driven forth by the coming holiday, I sat still.

Until one night…

That one night, the little girl looked at me and smiled. When Mom was out of the room, she picked me up and placed me on the mantle above the fireplace.

It may have taken a while for her to notice, but I’ll never forget the way Mom’s face lit up when she saw me up on her favorite spot in the house.

It was like the first time I came alive.

All the Magic came alive again.

You see, I wasn’t sent here to keep everyone in check. I was sent to prove that Magic, Real Magic, will always exist.

It lays deeper than a bottomless sack of presents. It’s spread farther than the North Pole and back. And it’s warmer than any fur-lined red coat.

Real Magic exists in small acts of kindness that spark joy to the ones we Love.

And while my children have outgrown the fanciful, I know I’ve sparked a Magic that will never smolder.

Life can be bittersweet. Kids grow up. New traditions replace the old. But every year, when Christmas time comes around, I’m sent to spread a timeless Magic.

And I know in this home, my mission was accomplished.

~ Sonic The Elf

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