11:16 here. You made me realize mayhaps this is from where my love for Dinklage came. I would absolutely hit that hard. |
| Mine dates to at least early 1950s. I was born in 1940. Mother bout ours when we were children under our tree. |
| I grew up with that elf (60s/70s). Could kick myself for not seeing the market potential. |
I had one from my childhood in the late 60s, it always creeped me put so I got rid of it when going through Christmas decor at my parents house. But I don't remember there being any spying or back story going on with the elf. |
+1. |
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we still have two elves from the '60s "elf on the shelf."
they're beautifully intact and preserved and bring smiles every year when we open the box again. ours came from liquid dish soap bottles. |
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Apparently, they are a knockoff of earlier elves that the creator grew up with, Lille a kneehugger elf (google it)
https://www.huffingtonpost.ca/entry/the-elf-on-the-shelf-history_us_5a24c89be4b0a02abe920d71?guccounter=1&guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZ29vZ2xlLmNhLw&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAAJScyRNbedOteoHAa0_8ebD6CzXCTyRI8q0YCOcdfX_tNE7RIkmaprNhIRqeAjB5q968PdQREwQMvPGRHtDpdOK9f68j4CjSd_QOcRGGPTXUG1cLsd9SG2BAzJ8vYOcHZtXHv7IW3epqZVI9e-1mmeUiE0dARCOIbNT9PrDYXhNP |
| We had one in the 60's, but my mom called it a Pixie. It was just a decoration, not a spy lol. |
| I got my Elf around 1966 - came with a small Whitman's Sampler with 4 pieces of chocolate. Ate the chocolate, still have the elf. |
m Nope. Never done this mass-market creepy crap. |
| Can you post a picture? I'm curious. |
And I certainly wouldnt "post" every moment of our family traditions for everyone to see...over and over. I dont post our Thanksgiving Day Hike or our late night drive drinking hot chocolate through Festival of Lights in Watkins Park, etc. Im also not sure how fear based parenting became a holiday tradition. |
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| Very much a cop. No elves in our house. No naughty list either. "Do good, be good. It will make you feel better and it's the right thing to do...you'll get presents because you are loved." Santa watching anxiety was getting to my youngest so he had to go too. |
| We had old 50s/60s versions of these growing up too. Not sure if my mom still has them. They didn’t move around the house, but all sat in the window on the porch. That was creepy enough tyvm. |