The Elf on a Shelf

Meet Chippy. He’s magic. Every night after bedtime, he flies home to the North Pole to tell Santa if Elora should be on the naughty or nice list.  He flies back home before she wakes up, always landing in a new place. Elora gets a kick out of looking for him in the morning. I get a kick out of saying things like “Elora, Chippy saw that.” or “You better stop or Chippy will tell Santa.”  and “Lets clean up this mess, Chippy will see how nice and helpful you are”