Okay, personally, I think the idea of an elf on the shelf is just super-creepy. Creepier than the idea that one old man knows when you’re sleeping and when you’re awake. I mean, it’s an apparently inanimate object that’s spying on you all day and then going off to report on you at night. How is that not creepy?

But, here you go. A perfectly nice, ordinary, non-creepy, elf spy on the shelf.