Jack Frost has visited us for the past few years after my friend Corri mentioned that he’d come to their house when they were out looking at Christmas lights. We all know Jack Frost is kind of mischievous. He opens all the windows so it’s super-cold in the house & he tracks snow everywhere. He leaves Christmas jammies (same stripey jammies year after year, we just put them away with the Christmas decorations) on your bed if your room is clean. This year I barely had to wink at Bradyn to get the girls upstairs to clean their rooms before we set things in motion. He knows. He gets it. And I think he’s having fun too.
Jack Frost delivered the typewriter from Santa. It’s been such a hit. It adds rand om spa c es eve ry fe w lette rs w hich i sf un. The kids all typed notes for Zeke to deliver to the North Pole tonight.
It’s a fun tradition & we’re so lucky to have neighbors that like to get in on the fun. They come over when we leave & set the scene. Last year, Jack Frost built a snowman in our freezer!
And yes, I realize I’m writing as if I think Jack Frost is real and that our felt elf is actually magic. Believe you me, I get tired of this stuff & sometimes want the elf to go to the North Pole & stay. But we do this stuff anyway. We try hard to not overindulge our kids. It’s more important to us that they grow up to be good, productive people than it is for them to think their childhood was a magical time of fairies & elves. There’s a time for hard-a$$ & there’s a time for the felt elf. Elf-hating is a subject for another day.