The Elf is back. The kids have been waiting for him to come since this summer, seriously. Last year, it was consuming their world…and it has continued to devour their minds and hearts ever since. Not one day passed in ALL of November, where one of them didn’t asked when the Elf would come. Not one MINUTE passed since Thanksgiving.
“Maybe Little Kris (the Elf’s name… ie: Kris Kringle Jr.) will be here tonight!! Lets look for him!”
“Mommy, we HAVE to get the book out NOW!!!”
“Where is the book? Please can we see the book and find out when Little Kris comes??”
So the Elf came after we got all the decorations out and read the book. It was bigger and better than Christmas Morning…
Cade woke me up way too early looking for it…
“Mommy, I can’t find him! I looked EVERYWHERE! Come help me!”
When the Elf was found…the next hour was full of exciting conversation catching up with “Little Kris”. The kids talked to this little plastic toy for an hour filling him in on the year’s events and all they could share before we raced off to school late because of this “Coming of Little Kris” distraction.
When I picked the kids up after school, Cade looked anxious. He went on to share that his teacher had asked the class if anyone spotted the Elf in their home…
“I didn’t raise my hands even though almost the entire class did! I couldn’t believe they all did that! Don’t they know the Elf will lose his magic if they tell??”
“You better NOT have said anything Cade! If Little Kris loses his magic I will just DIE!!” Screams sister.
“Well, everyone was talking about where they found their elf and I just couldn’t help it! I said it by accident! I wanted to kill myself!” Cade reveals.
“YOU TOLD!!!!??? NOOOOOO!!!!! HOW COULD YOU??” Sister is now sobbing inconsolable tears. Raging anger and growing hysterical.
“I’m sorry Cass!! I didn’t want to!!! It was AN ACCIDENT!!!”
The poor boy was now in tears and realizing the fate of the Elf.
“NO NO NO!!! THE MAGIC IS GONE!!! NO!!!” Sobbing continues.
As we get in the house, Cassidy runs to the Elf still sobbing begging for mercy as though her very life depended on it. Cade ran upstairs and locked his bedroom door; I’m sure falling to his knees begging for the same.
I stood behind Cass holding her and rocking as I pleaded, “Oh Little Kris, please give us grace and keep your magic. Look into this girl’s heart and bless us this once.”
Cass continued to sob.
As I stood there rocking and holding my baby girl (4th grade baby girl, ahem.), all I could think of is…
“THIS IS A TOTAL SCAM! I HATE THIS ELF AND ALL THE DECEITFUL MAGIC IT BRINGS!!!”
I hate lying to my kids and continuing this mighty magical mess. I wanted to turn Cassidy around and look deep into her eyes and tell her everything. Confess it all. Lay it all out for her to see and open her eyes to the nasty unwavering truth.
“Honey, you know the tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, the Leprechaun, this little Elf, and Santa? All these precious and beloved mystical creatures you believe in with such passion? Well, they just simply don’t exist. It’s all a lie. Mommy and daddy have been lying to you for nine years. You have been played my dear. In the big game of life, there is nothing magical and marvelous. There are only people, and when they try real hard…sometimes they come through for you. But most of the time… you just gotta make your own marvelous magic dear one. I know you are now completely crushed and your spirit will never soar again. I am so sorry to break your heart in half today, but better me than that mean kid at school. Better me, the one who is responsible for the deceptive journey I led you on every single year. This Elf? He’s a little half stuffed-half plastic TOY that does nothing but sits in the crawl space until daddy and I have the energy to get him out and place him somewhere in the house…Every. Single. Night. Santa? WE are Santa! May I simply ask for a “thank you” for all those presents you thought were from HIM? Easter bunny gifts….yep, all us. You’re welcome. Tooth Fairy? Daddy drew every one of those precious notes to you. Every special little gift came from us. I know you believed with all your heart that they existed. I am so sorry sweet child. Open your eyes to our world and take the first steps into reality. Your wonder is forever gone.”
Instead I said…
“Oh THANK YOU Little Kris for believing in my kids and keeping your magic!!”
And Cassidy grabbed her book and with her sniffles and dried up tears, sat on the floor and started reading to Little Kris for the next 30 minutes. Then she told Little Kris all about her dance class and showed him her routines.
Cade came downstairs and I told him the magic was restored. I hugged him and told him how difficult it must have been to hear all the other Elf stories. I would have shared too.
He ran over to the Elf and thanked him for his grace.
And the delicate and deliberate deception lives on…