There is a little guy….all dressed in red, pointy hat and pointy shoes sitting on top of my kitchen light. Yesterday he was hiding in our tree. The day before that – on top of the TV.
He is always out of reach. And every morning, I hear, “Moooooommmmm – Freddie moved again!”
Freddie is our very own Elf On a Shelf.
He just might be the Greatest Purchase Ever. Because he is a tangible reminder that my kids BELIEVE.
He came with a book that shares his sweet little story of magic.
He is one of Santa’s trusted elves – and he has been assigned to our little family. His job? To watch Delaney and Cooper – reporting back to Santa every single night with a progress report. Have they been good? Or not -so-good? Do they share? Spread love? Use their big-girl and big-boy voices (instead of whining and screaming?) Do they listen to their Mommy (this one is IMPORTANT)?
So far, the small people have been mesmerized. To the point that I find myself worrying about the time when they stop believing in the Magic of Christmas. I dread that day, because this? Right now? It is so real, so true, so deep-down-in-my-belly divine.
Except of course, when Jeff and I FORGET to move Freddie. Like last night. So I fibbed. Ok – I’ll cop to it. I lied. I told Delaney Freddie didn’t move because he probably wanted to give her a second chance since yesterday was NOT a banner day for her.
I love this little elf because it is the magic I love most about the holidays.
It is about wishing and dreaming and believing.
It is about the memories. And I will always remember Freddie with one of those you-can’t-possibly-be-faking-goofy-smiles.