I can practically hear you.
She's gone insane.
Seventeen elves on the shelf?!?
It's hard enough to remember to move one.
They may look like elves on a shelf.
They are, in fact, elves sitting on a shelf.
(Well, really a mantle, but who's keeping track?)
But these little guys didn't come from Target or Barnes & Noble.
Nor were they sent here by Santa to spy on my kids.
These elves came from my mother and father-in-law.
(Who had them on their tree(s) for decades.)
And when they downsized a few years ago, the elves needed a home.
So now they live with us.
But they never get into mischief.
(And that's okay with my girls.)
(And very okay with me.)