It’s that time of year again. The trees are up. The shopping has begun. The stockings are hung, and the biggest question in our house is, “When is Mick coming?”
I always know to tuck the gray tote labeled “outside lights” in my office. When I open the tote late at night, after the boys are in bed, lights are not staring at me, but rather our tattered, flour-stained, lanky red Elf on the Shelf, Mick. He is my magical, exhausting, controversial felt-made friend, and he’s ready for his…
