Why ‘Elf On The Shelf’ is the Worst

I don't understand the whole The Elf on the Shelf thing, but after a few years I'm starting to feel like my wife and I got ourselves into something that we will never be able to get out of.

My parents used the threat of "No presents!" to make sure I stayed in line.

Apparently, that threat needed some 21st century back up.

Enter The Elf on the Shelf.

The Elf on the Shelf story goes like this, the elf narcs to Santa Claus on the behavior of the kids.

To do this, the elf leaves every night, travels to the North Pole and then comes back.

This is where parents come in. Parents need to move the elf to show that it has actually left.

Parents are now so eager to move The Elf on the Shelf, Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest is littered with photos of the elf doing all sorts of things.

I wonder if the goofy Elf on the Shelf positions are more for the parents Facebook friends or their kids?

Don't get me wrong, my family does it. We partake in the madness that is The Elf on the Shelf.

Less than a week after Thanksgiving, "Harry" (our very own Elf on the Shelf) shows up.

For the next three to four weeks "Harry the Elf" moves all over the house (unless you fall asleep early, have too much to drink, or just straight up forget).

It gets more difficult as time progresses to get creative with the elf and by the time Christmas is over, you're out of creative ideas.

Sounds like fun right? The kids enjoy it, and that's why we do it, but...it never ends.

There was talk on Thanksgiving Day from my oldest son about when "Harry" was going to show up.

This is when the pressure begins, but it's OUR fault. We introduced the family to "Harry" and unless something unfortunate would happen to him, he is in for the long haul.

If you haven't picked up The Elf on the Shelf yet, think twice about it. Once you commit to the red suited mini-monster, you're in...for life.