By Brendan Loy
Our “Elf on the Shelf,” Gatito (name explained here), re-emerged over the weekend after 11 months
in a drawer at my office at the North Pole with Santa, and has begun his daily Christmas-season routine of observing the girls, flying to north each night to give a naughty-or-nice report to the Big Guy (little Orwellian surveillance tool that he is), then returning by morning in a new “hiding” spot.
The big girls are thrilled. It’s almost like every morning is Christmas morning, they’re so excited to get up and find their elf. It’s the first thing Loyette says when she pokes me awake: “Daddy, can we go downstairs and look for Gatito?” Thus far, Loyette has been the first to spot him in the morning twice, Loyacita once.
See also: Baby Rabies’ 2nd annual Inappropriate Elf Contest! Lots of LOLs, including: