I wrote a letter to the Elf on the Shelf last year. Unfortunately, I think he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or more appropriately: he didn’t move to the right place at the right time.
So I took out all my December frustration on the poor guy. You may be facing your own December meltdown right about now. In which case, you may find yourself punching the air with affirmation as you read this letter. (And punching air is always better than punching drivers with reindeer antlers.)
Come with me to read it: Dang it, Elf! You forgot to move…again!
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