He’s baaa-ack

Ralph, our family’s Elf on the Shelf, returned to our house sometime last night. I’m not sure how he got into the house. He’s up on the mantel, keeping a solemn vigil over us, reporting any misbehavior to Santa. I guess I’d better stop stealing WCK’s Halloween candy if I want to get something good this year. Jay is still convinced Ralph is going to murder us in our sleep.