We are barely through Thanksgiving and the kids want to know where the Elf on the Shelf is. Apparently they have some friends who have elves and those elves are way better than our elves. I'm fine with it.
So we have two little guys who occasionally move around when they feel like it and we do the whole Elf on the Shelf thing. Not for behavior modification or anything but for "fun."
Our elves like to take a day after Thanksgiving to just lay around and contemplate life. They just carb-loaded and want to lay on their couch and not think about Christmas while eating leftover pie. The day after the day after Thanksgiving, we will all go on a cleanse and hang Christmas lights ... maybe.
I'm not one for Black Friday and can't think of anything I need badly enough to venture out into the mass hysteria. One time I went to a garage sale and someone practically grabbed something I was looking at right out of my hands and that's pretty much what I equate to Black Friday. No thanks.
Plus, Christmas is miles away. I love Christmas as much as the next person. Half my playlist is Christmas music, which gets interesting when you put iTunes on random in the month of July, but can we calm down and just enjoy one season at a time. I'm having trouble digesting my Thanksgiving day mashed potatoes because of Christmas stress. There seems to be a lot of social pressure to get it all done yesterday.
I got my first Christmas card today ... two days after Thanksgiving. Last year I didn't send any and I felt a little guilty but I weighed the guilt with the convenience of not doing it and guess what? I'm going to go two for two. Reciprocating is important and I do enjoy receiving them but I'm going to sit another year out. I could make a list of reasons why, but the bottom line is I don't want to and I'm the boss.
On top of receiving a card, the kids and I drove around and looked at Christmas lights, one of which had a full life-sized nativity. It feels wrong hanging lights when I haven't even raked up my leaves and I just had the kids ditch the pumpkins an hour ago.
I'm not saying I'm immune to it. I met family for our annual Christmas tree/wreath hunt and got a little number for the front door. I thought I could stop at that, but once you start it's hard to stop. A wreath may be the gateway to your door and the rest of your house.
By the end of the day, I had given in to the kids and had brought out all the decorations. Luckily, they are getting older and can help with a lot. I taught my oldest the art of letting the younger ones put things wherever they want and then fixing it later when they're not looking - a true life skill.
So here we are, buying into the madness with Santa paraphernalia everywhere - and where there is Santa, there are bound to be elves. The little people lost it with excitement when they saw those two punks peeking out of a candle holder and now it's on.
Goodbye, Thanksgiving, Hello, elves.
Jen Reekie was born and raised in Quincy and received a communications degree at the University of Kansas, which has come in quite handy as she communicates every day with four children who don't hear a word she says. This stay-at-home mom enjoys the challenge, though, and shares her experiences in this blog, "Mum's the Word." She welcomes your feedback, questions and stories about staying sane while raising kids.