I didn’t hear about this
growing up. I was too interested into tearing paper to be disappointed by the
socks and combs but there is this tradition where a little doll in a pointed
hat and a red suit sits on shelves and bookcases around your house in December
to see if you have been naughty or nice and report back to Santa.
First of all, it is December
already. You’ve had eleven months to be naughty and this little guy shows up
now to do an evaluation report to the Big Guy on how many toys or not to bring.
Where was he in July?
Second, it is creepy to tell
your kids there is this doll that is watching you and you will never know where
he is. Pressure to behave for the reward of toys or a piece of coal.
Now I believe kids these days
are used to surveillance. There are cameras everywhere and if you think you are
getting away with something, check YouTube. Your kids know you are tracking
their every movement and have all the knowledge to block your prying intrusions
to their privacy. Kids know how to manipulate you silly parents to get what
they want, when they want it.
Now if these little dolls could
shoot heat rays when you curse or make some annoying sound that won’t stop when
you don’t make up your bed, then I’d say get a dozen and put them around all
year long. “Take the trash out or Santa’s Elf on the Shelf will give you the
squirts.” Oh warning, don’t try to touch the Elf; which is electrically charged
and will burn the crap out of your fingers.
I won’t even get into the tradition
of the hardened fruitcake that is passed back and forth from family members
like a football or the reason we spike eggnog with all the screaming kids
running around or that strange habit of smooching under a sprig of poison ivy
only once a year.
Happy Holidays!
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