Our Resident Elf

After several years of hearing about the "Elf on a Shelf," we were finally sucked into the tradition. Our elf showed up at our house as we were unpacking our Christmas decorations. Sam read the story and explained the rules he came with, and the girls named him Cecil. Cecil sits quietly watching us. At night he flies to the North Pole to report the day's behavior to Santa before he flies back to our house and finds a new place to watch from. The girls love to run down each morning to find where he is at. They've all left several wish lists for him to take to Santa, but they know not to touch him, or he will lose his magic and leave before Santa picks him up on Christmas Eve.