One happy discovery upon seeing those old ornaments of Stephanie’s was finding an echo: the pervy elf. My elf recently joined the ornaments. He’s not even technically an ornament, just a bendy little guy that turned up one day and sits contentedly on a bough. Aimee, my roomie and “wifey” thinks she introduced him to our home, though also can’t remember where he came from or how old he is, though he is mysteriously missing a few fingers. Stephanie’s elf appears to be the inspiration for the infamous d*ck in a box sketch from SNL. But neither of these elves have anything on that strange “elf on the shelf” phenomenon I see creeping into my friends-with-kids’ social media news feeds. The pervy elf does see everything, after all…
