Well before I had a child of my own, my Instagram feed became infested with elves immediately after Thanksgiving ended. Elf on the Shelf season had officially started, meaning that little smiling, coy plastic faces were aplenty. Each one had a name that was partially festive, yet simple in its own way. There were a lot of Bellas, Carols, and Buddys. No matter the name, each one had a glimmer of evil in its eye. December was their month, and they were going to destroy everything.
OK, maybe I’m reading too much into it. All I know is even before my daughter was born, I knew Elf on the Shelf would be an absolute no. Yes, there’s the fear of missing out. There’s also the possibility that she might ask me why she didn’t have an elf when all of her friends did. And in time, I’ll think up a completely reasonable explanation without backing down on my decision.
Honestly, you might think that Elf on the Shelf may die out when that time comes. But it’s very unlikely. I might be a parent who’s against the tradition, but there are plenty of new moms out there who’ve been looking forward to the chance of having an elf show up and help watch their kids. Once it’s out there, it’s out there. There’s no turning back.