You Know I'm All About That Elf, 'Bout That Elf

December is here. Elf shenanigans have begun! Believe it or not, I used to be ~~petrified~~ scared of this little tiny guy. Just the look on that face is creepy. Admit it, you think he’s creepy looking too.

I ~~got over~~ manage my fear better now and enough to handle some elf shenanigans in our classroom. I just repeat this mantra every day, “It’s for the kids. It’s for the kids. You can look that elf in the eye, Alisha.” Yep, that’s how I survive day to day with the elf.

Anyway, I thought I’d share some pictures of our fun from the week.

When my kids came in Monday morning, this is where the elfy friend was. However, this is not the first thing my kids saw that was different when they came to school…

This was! There was gold glitter all over their tables! What the what? I tell ya, this elf is messy. My firsties were going crazy over this glitter. I was barely in the door when the kids were screaming, “Ahh!!! Miss Sanders put glitter all over our tables!” and “Miss Sanders, why would you put glitter on our tables?” and “Miss Sanders, I’m so happy. Thanks for the glitter!” However, I broke the news… Even though I didn’t want to. I love hearing how awesome I am, but instead I said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t put glitter on your desks. Someone else must have!” They were confused and started hanging up bags and coats.

Then, one friend saw The Elf on the Shelf book with all of our Christmas books. She exclaimed, “You guys, Miss Sanders got us The Elf on the Shelf book!” Then I said, “Wow! I had no idea we had that book! I wonder where it came from!” Hmm… Still confused and back they went to putting their bags and coats away.

Thankfully, the elf was spotted before students were finished completing morning work. I won’t lie to you… I was a little worried. I mean, I know I won’t be expecting them to become detectives anytime soon.

Finally, we read the book and thought of some names. Here’s our extremely fancy anchor chart of names. Don’t be jealous of how creative I am at creating anchor charts. That red and green, I tell you…

Marshmallow won, but Sherman was definitely my favorite. I really wanted to say every day, “Sherman is surely watching you right now, man” and “Sherman sure is the man”. No such luck there though. So, instead I call him Marshy.

Another day, he was found teepeeing our tiny little Christmas tree. Do you notice anything odd about Marshmallow? He’s missing his hat. He just can’t keep it on. He must have a hot head.

One day was just a super rough day. The talking. The tattling. The talking. The pushing. The talking. The interrupting. The talking. The shouting out. The talking. Did I mention the talking? Oh my word, is it December or what? So, Marshmallow left a note that he was going back to the North Pole. Ever since, one of my girls likes to remind the class of how tiny Marshmallow’s ears are and how everyone is hurting his ears. That’s right, so shhh.