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My son was happy when our elf-on-the-shelf left after Christmas. Following a day of particularly poor behavior, the elf delivered an official citation with a warning lump of coal, and they’ve had a strained relationship ever since.
Looking back on it, including the subsequent breakdown, the elf may have overplayed that hand. Live and learn, I suppose.
So, when our elf went back to the North Pole to relax and do whatever it is elves do for the next 11 months, my son was not sad to see him go.
“But won’t you miss finding him each day? Won’t you miss having him around?” I asked.
To which he replied, “Yeah, but I don’t have to worry about him telling on me anymore.”
And then I realized that I’d mismanaged that whole situation.
Instead of a source of Christmas cheer, I’d turned our elf into an overzealous tattletale, constantly waiting for my son to slip up so he could run to Santa with a bad report. The elf wasn’t a friend. A friend doesn’t snitch you out to Santa. No, he was a liability that slowly reduced present count throughout the month of December.