Our Resident House Elf, Higgy Stanford Brown is back.
Truthfully, I love the holiday season because I can use lines like “You had better get in bed AND stay in bed because Santa is watching!” and “Uh oh, I see Higgy, you had better do as we say…”
It’s mean and I do not care. Not one tiny little bit. It saves my sanity, even if just by a hair, on days when I am out of ammunition and out numbered by little people.
Higgy has been with us for three years and we are most grateful. He uses his elf magic to fly back to the North Pole each night and give Santa a full report on the goings on with the Brown kids. He has magic to see them anywhere they are and hears every word that they utter. Even mean words in the car said only when Mom steps out of the car for a minute. The kids whisper him their Christmas wish list, secrets and the occasional bribe.
Each night, when Higgy returns, he hides in a new spot where we have to find him the next morning. If he doesn’t move, it’s because he liked the view from where he was. Or maybe someone fell asleep on the couch and forgot the drill before stumbling to bed. Or maybe someone touched him and his Elf Magic was tarnished.
Wouldn’t you know it, after a particularly trying week this week, Santa sent the kids a letter via the House Elf Express. Thank goodness SuperHub discovered it in the driveway. He even drove over it. The letter told of all the good things Higgy has reported to Santa and also some not so great things that have been going on here and at school. There is no way that SuperHub and I could have known some of the things in the letter, which made it even more magical.
I was surprised that upon reading the first few sentences, both kids began to profess all kinds of naughty behavior that we REALLY didn’t know about. We sat, suppressing laughter, and talked through the imperfections. Thank goodness for the reminder yesterday as there are only 22 more days until Christmas. It only takes 21 days to break a habit…
If you don’t know your house elf, you should introduce yourself and get acquainted. You don’t have to get The Elf on the Shelf, just grab an old figurine or get a dollar store doll. Make your own rules. Start your family tradition.
Or just use it to get your kids to behave.