This thing is great.
There is a toy pixie that comes with the book, complete with poem and illustrated instructions (for the kids of course).
Here's the deal:
The Elf--we call ours Cassie--comes from the North Pole (which is apparently melting, by-the-way)... He/she breaks and enters into every house occupied by a little boy or girl... Then, without a police mandate, or a court ordered warrant or anything, proceeds to surveil your offspring from the rafters.
Of course, whether your 2 1/2 year old can see them or not, they spend the entire time taking notes about whether or not the poor unwitting subjects have been naughty or nice all day... I mean, no pressure or anything.
For the month of December (or the four months leading up to Xmas if you're Costco), the Elf moves about the house keeping a watchful eye on your kiddies behaviour on behalf of old Saint Nick.
I know what you're thinking: there should be a website that tracks these people to prevent them from coming within 200 yards of a classroom or playground--but as far as behaviour modification goes (without a prescription from a shrink), the whole concept is pure genious.
"The Elf is watching you, Tig..." we say.
"Did you remember to say please and thank-you's today? I hope you were nice to those babies!"
"Careful Charlotte, the Elf will dob you iiin."
It's the ultimate yule time hide-and-seek tradition.
Perfect for children and families of all ages.