Extending the Magic of Christmas

Written by Michelle

It was 7:30 a.m. when I heard his footsteps down the hall. He tries to tiptoe.  It’s nearly impossible for him. His height, his size. We’ve tried to teach him.

The speed of his descent was evident by the quick creaking sound of every wooden step. As I laid in bed, I could paint the picture in my head. I smiled with my eyes tightly shut as I pulled the covers over my shoulder listened and waited.

I could only imagine the smile on his face.  The one that makes his eyes close and every single freckle come alive. And then I heard his very loud whisper…

“He’s HERE!”

I knew that he was talking to himself, yet his excitement filled the whole house.

His careless thundering up the steps didn’t alarm us. We knew he would soon be hovering over our bed.

As I opened my eyes, all I saw was his nose almost pressed to mine.

Heavy breathing.

HUGE smile.

Hi, freckles! I thought.

His eyes were enormous with happiness:

“..he’s back!”


Yes, Nacho, our Elf on the Shelf is back. The holidays have officially begun in our home.

I personally tiptoed into Christmas weeks ago.

I did it ever so softly. I trickled the decorations, tuned in to the holiday songs, quietly placed the mementos that fill our home this time of year.

It was a slow progression. I became the person I usually see, judge and then shake my head at in disapproval. I always wondered what their rush was? This morning I knew the reason for mine.


It wasn’t about giving or getting, receiving or making. This year (at least for me) it is all about EXTENDING.

I walked into this holiday scared, so I started prepping myself weeks ago both mentally and physically for another possible milestone.

In our home our faith brings meaning to this season. But this year I fear it might be the last one I get to witness the magic that fills my oldest boy’s heart: his belief in elves, reindeer and jolly old men might not make it through the next months. For now, I really want to make these moments last.


Last night as the day came to an end Liam nonchalantly stated over dinner:

The boys said our parents move Nacho our elf at night when we sleep. 

Everything stopped.

I looked down.

It was a QUICK and very quiet moment that in my mind lasted hours.

My heart sank.

It started racing.

It stopped again.

Before we had a moment to answer, he changed the subject.


I couldn’t shake it off, and my heart was still pounding, so I went over and asked him:

Liam…do YOU believe in Nacho’s magic?

He looked into my eyes, and I’m pretty sure every freckle came alive as he said:

I do.

So for now

(or maybe until after Easter)

…extending and savoring the magic is all I plan to do.


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5 replies

  1. I’m all about extending the magic! Of course, I’m also very thankful that the creepy Elf didn’t exist when my son was little (or if he did that none of us knew about him!) Not gonna lie, he freaks me out a bit!

  2. I believe I must have an Elf that is invisible. Because my house has random messes in it for which NO ONE is ever responsible. Our elf’s name is Not-Me, as in “Who did that?” “Not me.” He lives here all year long but I have never seen him, just evidence of his passing. I have a feeling mine is not nearly as cute as yours, Michelle. Love this! And enjoy the time before the “magic” is gone for your eldest. Even now, at 13, 16, and 17, mine know that “If you don’t believe, you don’t receive.” So they humor me and all the little people everywhere who still truly believe. Now if only I could locate that dang elf….

  3. Enjoy this last year of belief. That will be a hard one to swallow when my day comes. My daughter is almost 6, I’m hoping we have at least 3-4 more years. Our Elf is not nearly as creative, but she still loves him. I LOVE the one of yours writing sentences…hilarious!!

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