Many years ago I remember standing by my Grandparent’s small Christmas tree and studying a particular scary-looking elf ornament. My grandfather noticed me staring and commented it was Spanking Elf, and if you weren’t good girl or boy, Spanking Elf would come to your house instead of Santa. I wasn’t really sure if he was serious or not, but being the age when one still believed in mythical creatures such as Santa, the possibility of a Spanking Elf was terrifying. I vividly remember laying in bed on that Christmas Eve, and when all the other kids were worried about getting coal in their stocking, I worried if Spanking Elf was going to make a stop at our house.
Every year Kenza mocks Spanking Elf and she laughs as we decorate the tree – and the funniest part of the story for her, is that kids back “in the old days” actually got “real-life” spankings.