Elf on the shelf
You had to get a breeding pair, didn’t you?
Instead of hoisting glasses of egg nog or ordering in Chinese food, I made you a cartoon. Happy holidays.
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Wondering why your family was the freakish one that didn’t raise you with the Elf on the Shelf™ family tradition™? Turns out it dates all the way back to… 2005.
I think the damn thing’s creepy as hell (Santa’s agent spying on you on behalf of the North Pole Stasi!) and doubly so now that it’s been extended to children’s birthdays. And I’m in no way reassured by the Mensch on a Bench.