So my mom is a HUGE Elf on the Shelf person. Like, she's one of those people who makes it go bowling with stuffed animals. Or has the green plastic army men tape it to the wall. It's insane.

When Emma had first bought Holly, the Swan-Mills family's Elf on the Shelf, she had completely forgotten that Regina wasn't exposed to traditions outside of Storybrooke.

Henry and Ava were old enough to know that Santa wasn't real, but Lola still believed. So naturally she was fascinated, and thrilled, to have one of Santa's own elves in their house. Regina, on the other hand, had no idea how Holly kept moving.

She clearly knew that Santa wasn't real. But how did that thing keep moving around the house?

Emma bit her lip to keep from laughing as Regina walked downstairs. She kept looking all over the house, trying to find where Holly was. How she hadn't figured out that Emma was the one behind the elf was beyond Emma, but it was funny.

Lola came running down the stairs, on the same mission as Regina. Only she seemed more excited about it.

Henry and Ava came downstairs next, both of them laughing at Regina cautiously walking around the kitchen. They both knew that it was Emma, and took great joy in how confused their mother was.

"I found her!" Lola called from the living room. "She's trying to climb the tree!"

Emma laughed as Regina practically bolted into the living room. She and the other kids walked into the living room, smiling at Regina's shocked face.

"How did she even get up there?" Regina asked.

Ava covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter.

Henry nudged Emma. "You need to tell her. It's cruel at this point to let her keep thinking that Holly is actually moving on her own."

"But it's so much fun," Emma said. "Her face every morning is literally the best thing I have ever seen."

"She's got a point," Ava said. "It honestly makes my day so much better because she honestly believes that Holly is real."

Henry rolled his eyes. "If you don't tell her, I will. Before she goes around asking people if they also have a living elf in their house."

Emma sighed. "Hey Gina, why don't you come help me make breakfast? I'm sure Lola can make sure Holly stays in place."

Regina looked skeptically at Holly before following Emma into the kitchen. "I don't get how that thing keeps moving."

Emma laughed. "Because I'm the one that keeps moving her. She's not real. I move her every night before we go to bed. I'm honestly surprised that you didn't figure it out."

"I thought I was going crazy," Regina said. "Is that why everyone keeps laughing as I'm going around the house with Lola trying to find her?"

Emma nodded. "Henry and Ava know that I'm the one that keeps moving her. That's why we all found it so funny that you thought she was real. Henry made me tell you."

"Well thank goodness our son has morals," Regina said, glaring at Emma. "I could have gone on thinking that Holly was real!"

Emma shrugged. "You would have figured it out eventually. You're smart."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Not the point."

"Well on the bright side," Emma said. "Now you can help me move her to new places. We can both be Holly."

Regina smiled. "Okay. Let's both be Holly the Elf."