Yes, The Elf on the Shelf phenomenon has landed here, on a big, glittered reindeer. I present to you Fab Freddy, in his own words!
Hello fab Project Balancing Act readers, I'm Fab Freddy and I'm always at the ready, riding steady. I rode in on my big glittered reindeer yesterday, looking forward to my reveal. Look how eager and earnest I am about the whole thing!
I knew that behind that door lived a festive, glitter-loving family waiting for my fab self and my faithful steed. I had a vision of the small boy lighting up when he saw me, swooping me into his arms and giving me a big hug (Santa let me know that this family does not observe the hands-off-the-Elf rule). I knew the baby girl would give a squeal of joy. I knew I'd fit right in, and get right down to business.
So, what really happened?
The door opened, and there was the small boy with a big grin on his face! Just as I imagined!
I was ready to leap into his arms! But it is a good thing I didn't...
Because my beloved boy ran right past me, shrieking about the hallway. The hallway? Not even a second glance for his new pal Freddy, or my decked out reindeer?
I cast a sad look toward the baby girl, to see if I could catch her eye, instead.
But she was too busy jumping in place. I'd heard about that. Forget taking her out of that thing- she jumps until she falls asleep... probably dreaming about jumping. Not about a little Elf like me.
So I waited for the boy to come back. And waited.
And waited some more. Until finally, along he came! And this time, he was running right toward me, instead of right past me!
Acknowledged at last, but it didn't last long. The boy was off running down the hallway, again. Shouting not about his new friend, but about the hallway again. That must be some hallway I was in. But I was quickly ushered inside, to check out my home until Christmas and to camp out while the boy exhausted himself by annoying his neighbors. I wonder what to tell Santa about that.
I also wonder what to tell Santa about that mess back there.
I unpacked a little, and got comfortable.
Until the boy returned. I was finally able to give him the gift I brought along for him in my fab hobo-chic pack! Santa told me that the boy likes chocolate. We have that in common.
I just hope he keeps that little dog away from me, though. Fake dog fur on my fab outfit would be not be fab.
I think I'm going to like it here, and there is much for me to report to Santa. I'll update you on my fab happenings as I go along. Until then, I'll continue to be Fab Freddy... at the ready!
Fab Freddy has become even more popular (though he hasn't reached hallway mania status) today. James points him out and calls him by name. Between Fab Freddy, getting to have James help decorate the tree with us, getting to watch Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer with James for the first time, and every single first of this holiday season with Gracie... I'm loving it.