8 December 2013
He’s a greedy one our Ralph the Elf. First he drained all the maple syrup from the bottle, then he headed outside to the strawberry patch to fill up on berries, the next day he gate crashed the home of Mr and Mrs Bigglesworth-Smythe and joined them for breakfast.
Last Friday my mother and I made 11 dozen mince pies, this week we’ll be baking gingerbread men for the children and their friends to decorate. Both these traditions date back to my childhood. One of many things I love about Christmas is I get to both recreate old traditions and develop new ones with my own family.
This year we’ve been trying something completely new. Santa has sent an elf to our place to suss out whether we’ve been naughty or nice. The Elf On the Shelf (elfontheshelf.com) comes beautifully packed with a story book explaining the tradition and an elf toy.
The tradition goes that when a family adopts an elf and gives it a name, he receives special Christmas magic that means he can fly to the North Pole each night to tell Santa about the day’s adventures. Each morning, the elf returns to its family and perches in a different place to watch the fun. When they wake up, the kids love to rush around the house to discover where he is.
We’ve called our elf Ralph – we’re all about the rhyme. Here’s a round up of the first of his adventures at our place. We’ll continue to share what else he gets up in the lead up to Christmas. Follow on Instagram #ElfofTheShelf