Go ahead, call me a Grinch or a Bah Humbuger! I’ll take it. I’m just going to be honest- The Elf is wearing me out!
As I attempt to prepare my heart for Christmas and celebrating the day that God came to earth as a tiny baby boy, I’ll say it outright, I find no room for the elf here. (I hear groans and see eyes rolling now!).
I think it’s an adorable tradition. I am sure the kids love it- my own two children are begging for an elf to grace their abode this Christmas. The shenanigans of all the elves on Facebook are hilarious, but alas, no elf here. Call me a bad mom. Call me unorganized. Call me a stick in the mud. I feel that I am swimming upstream in a world that is focused so much on fun and social media photo blasts, that I can barely catch my breath to focus on the eternal.
Sorry Santa, I can’t house an elf this year. The competition over whose elf is going to get the most likes on Facebook exhausts me.
Oh believe me, I’m intent on spreading good cheer and giving to those in need. I love a little merry making as much as the next girl, but the central figure in my home during the advent has got to be Jesus.