Elvis, the Elf, made his return to our house yesterday morning. The kids have been anxiously awaiting his appearance. It absolutely pains me that Taylor still believes that this elf is the real deal. She will be 11 next month! Just this morning, she asked how Elvis was able to prop himself between our shutters in the dining room (where he is hanging out today). I can barely answer her with a straight face.
Tommy and I disagree on when we come clean to Taylor about Santa... and the Elf... and the Tooth Fairy... and the Easter Bunny... and Jack Frost. She believes hook, line, and sinker! Despite my desperation to bring Taylor into the inner circle, I have agreed to let her live in blissful ignorance through one last Christmas. But come December 26th, her mind will be blown. I just don't like lying to her anymore, and I certainly don't want her to confuse her faith in Santa with her faith in God like I did.
Until then, we have 21 more days to move this darn elf around the house. Silly Elvis.
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