Elf on the Shelf was supposed to be fun. Instead, you’re stuck creeping around the house at 2 AM, finding “clever” new places to pose a stuffed elf. You quickly run out of ideas and end up propping him up on random shelves, next to the cereal box, or inside a boot.
Your kids wake up expecting a new magical scene, but you’re half asleep, muttering “The elf went on strike.” At least when Christmas is over, you can stuff that mini monstrosity back in its box and reclaim your sanity… until next year when the elf’s back to judge your parenting once again.