I need to say this before the Christmas tree and this ornament go back to the basement.
This ornament has been - I can't say "in my family," that makes it sound like an heirloom. Start again. I did not throw this little elf away when Mom died, though I threw away his five brother elves, and though I knew them since birth.You can only imagine the sense of power I had as a child, straightening his legs, wadding them back up, pulling them out, wadding them back up.
Note the casual crossed-leg posture my elf has adopted. An extra dose of cuteness. Or constipation.
So, on Thanksgiving day I see this floating past Macy's.
My first thought: I thought WE were the only family with the little elf. Second, that elf is barely protecting his shins. Why didn't they cross his legs? And what is wrong with his ears?
Once again I have missed out on some child-centered pop culture. Evidently there's a new book about The Elf on The Shelf, and these elves sit on shelves and spy on children. I suppose this elf's posture was an homage to my elf, called a "knee-hugger" on ebay.
I still like my elf. I still pull out his legs. Secure elf. Wad up his legs. Insecure elf.