Santa has trust issues

What happened to the good ol’ days when a boy could tell Santa he had been nice and Santa bought it trusted him? All I know is one day my home was a place where I could be my “angelic” self in private, the next day I have an elf standing guard. Elf on the Shelf just showed up one day and my life hasn’t been the same since. I mean, I’m excited to meet a real elf, but a little creeped out by the fact he is always smiling and doesn’t seem to blink.

He said his name was Buddy and his job was to report back to Santa on how naught or nice I’ve been. Every night after we all go to bed, he sneaks out of the house and up to the North Pole and gives his report. Then, he races back to my house and hides in a new place for me to find him. The rules are that I can do or say whatever I want to Buddy, but he can’t talk back to me. So I can tell him what I want for Christmas or tell him stories, but he can’t respond in any way to me. I think he’s silly because he just sits there with a smile on his face. Mommy, daddy, and I try to make him laugh by dancing and shaking our booties at him, but so far he’s been a rock – no laughing or anything. Another rule is that no one can touch him because his magic will wear off and we don’t want his magic to wear off because then he couldn’t get back to the North Pole to tell Santa how good I’ve been. Hmmm, now if I decide to go to the dark side I’m going to have to get my hands on that little sucker. Oops, I shouldn’t have documented my evil plan….back to my inner angel.

Mommy and daddy think I am being super sweet because Buddy is around – always kissing them and telling them how much I love them and asking “please” – but I would say I’m like this all the time and they just don’t fully appreciate my efforts year-round. It doesn’t hurt that I also received an advent calendar from Santa one night. Every day up until Christmas, I get a little note from Santa on the calendar and if I was sweet to my parents, brushed my teeth, said my prayers, and all that other crap good little boys are suppose to do, then I can open a small gift under the tree. So far they have been great gifts – little activity books, craft-type things, stickers, etc.

Some might say this is a bribe to make me be a good little boy for one month of the year. I would argue that I’m just getting my due for the other 11 months of pure joy I bring to everyone else. I guess it’s all perspective. C’est la vie.

Here are some pics of Buddy and where he’s hidden so far or you can click on the link below to see his scrapbook. I’ll keep you posted on how the elf thing is working out in a few days.

http://www.elfontheshelf.com/myelf.aspx?sharecode=AEE5EE1

 

The house that Parker built…

Well, go ahead and home builder to my resume. Yep, I (with the help from my folks) built a sturdy, attractive, custom home like my cousin Michael at Parkview Homes. The only thing is you can’t eat his, but you can eat mine.

This gingerbread house was one of my gifts I got to open from Santa. Now, you’re probably thinking it’s way to early to open gifts from Santa, but you would be wrong. He dropped off an advent calendar and presents at my grannie’s house the other day for her to give to me – I didn’t realize grannie and Santa were so tight – I probably should be extra nice to her. It has little notes to me checking in and seeing if I have been nice or naughty. If I’ve been nice, I get to open a little gift. If I’ve been naughty, I don’t get a gift and I have to figure out how not to get caught. So far, it’s all been nice except for that one time, but I’ve started the appeal process to clear my name.

Anyway, this was the first go at something like this for mommy, daddy, and me. It was harder than any of us thought, but had a lot of fun doing it so we think we will probably make this an annual thing for us to do. Next year, I thinking maybe a two-story home with a media room and pool – I’ll start drafting some ideas.

Casa de gingerbread

I also got this balloon making stuff as a gift on one of my many nice days. Daddy said it was good for huffing – whatever that means – so he didn’t let me do the balloon blowing. I thought it was pretty cool afterward though. This balloon we made look like a heart.

I ❤ you!

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