New Zealand will never be the same.
You see, there is no such thing as The Elf on the Shelf in New Zealand.
But Mummy is an international gal, so she asked Santa to send someone to her house. She couldn’t be the only one of her blog friends to be Elf-less!
Alas, Ken arrived to do the job in his smart khakis and glorious smile.
It didn’t take long for Mummy and her kids to realize that Ken had issues.
Ken never thought he’d be as pretty as a real Elf, so at night he’d sneak into the lacey bits and bobs in Mummy’s underwear drawer or dig into the dollhouse for a little dress-up.
At first Mummy and clan were horrified…until they realized that they could blackmail Ken into sending only “Nice” reports back to the big guy in the red suit each evening.
Sure, Mummy’s undies now smell of self-tanner and lost dreams, but it’s a small price to pay for a month’s worth of good reports and a tree bursting with gifts on Christmas morning.