Your Elf on the Shelf is creeping me out

Just imagine what it's doing to your kids!

Oh, that elf.
(Image credit: CC BY: Mark Baylor, via Flickr)

It happens every year. As soon as the turkey's been eaten, my social media feed explodes with the arrival of every family's Elf on the Shelf. Named Pickles, Possum, or Poopy Pants, these adopted elves return from their long stay in the North Pole to frolic in Barbie's hot tub and zipline down the Christmas tree. It seems like no one can get enough of their antics. No one, that is, except me.

I've never bought into the Elf on the Shelf craze, and frankly I'd like to send that creepy stalker back to whatever nightmare he came from. While it might sound like a fun way to spread a little holiday cheer, have you ever stopped to consider the message this creeper is sending to your kids? Hey, kids, don't mind that weird elf watching your every move and reporting it all back to Santa (another creeper extraordinaire)! Look how fun this is!

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