Last night we were talking about Christmas in review, the kids and I and they were missing our friendly elf, Snitch. Some of you may have the Elf on a Shelf which could also be called Mother's Greatest Helper and I'll tell you why. Here is a head shot of Snitch, so we know who we are talking about...with his knowing little glance...
Snitch comes to our house on Thanksgiving night and stays until Christmas as sort of a Santa spy. He reports back to the North Pole each night with the goings-on, bad AND good of the day. This fall as my house and toys were swallowing me whole, I though I can not have one more toy, game, Lego, paint set or anything in this house. Then I had my (few and far between) stroke of genius. Thanksgiving morning the kids found a note typed in teeeeeeny tiiiiiiiny 6 point font (because Snitch has a teeny tiny hand) that said:
A year has flown by and I'll be with you very soon
But before I arrive you must make room!
Too many toys you have when I peeked in this morning
If you want more Christmas toys, this is your warning.
Fill the playroom hall with toys and books to give
To boys and girls who don't have any toys where they live.
I'm already watching so do this task with a smile and cheer,
And when you finish it won't be long till I'm near!
Love,
Snitch
They freeeeeeeeeaked out! They ran like I had yelled FIRE! and started loading things OUT of their playroom like they were on a game show. I stood in shocked amazement as the toys piled higher. Now, I know that the whole Elf thing is a commercialization of Christmas. But, I would say that when used as a nudge for helping others, he taught a pretty good lesson at our house this year. You can use this poem next year. I should charge you, but I won't. ;)
The wheels came off a bit when I accidentally took Sissy with me to drop off the toys. Seeing the whole car unloaded of your toys before your very eyes with no Elf in sight to impress was almost too much for her to bear at her age. She wept. She told me she was "just about to play with all those baby toys". She wept more.
By Christmas, though they were so excited to reap the rewards of their generosity. Here they are on Christmas morning, cute as can be.
See? This is a girl who doesn't play around. Not trying to have one thing left in the bottom of that stocking. She was hoping the circle of generosity would complete its cycle in her stocking.
So last night as we were talking and reviewing all this and how great Christmas was, the conversation turned to this:
Sissy: Mom, remember how we gave all those toys to the boys and girls that don't have toys?
Me: Yes, that was so awesome. Now a little girl could have gifts at Christmas, just like you had!
Sissy: No boy or girl came to give me a toy.
Me: That's right, because you have plenty. That's why we did it. It always feels better to give to someone who really needs it.
Sissy: I think it was a bad move!
Well, it's a work in progress. It's hard for us adults to give with a cheerful heart sometimes. It's all about the process though, and sometimes especially in our faith, what feels like a really bad move turns out to be just the right one.
Have a great day!