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The "Elf on the Shelf" War on Christmas"

It's only the second day of November, but already I've had a couple of conversations with parents of young children about the theologically obscene "elf-on-the-shelf" trend. Which is now more than a trend.

As a parent of what were once three young children, I do understand the temptation to find some way to leverage good behavior during this time of year. But speaking as a pastor and priest, "elf-on-the-shelf" is about as bad a theology around Christmastime as you can get.

So, while I may be a voice crying in the wilderness on this topic, I thought I'd re-share a blog post I wrote a few years ago titled "The Elf on the Shelf's War on Christmas." Comments welcome.

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