With the arrival of the first of December came the advent calendars, we are now nearly two weeks in and Mini R still hasn’t got the idea of only one door a day and will gesture to his Gruffalo advent calendar at various points in the day grunting “Urgh!” which translates to “Mother, let me open another door. NOW!” I then have to attempt to explain the situation to my nearly 18 month old son. To be honest, i think he gets bored with my talking to him and wanders off before the same thing happens a few hours later!
Now, for years, my mum and I have had a tradition involving an advent calendar. Every year she buys me one, even now at the age of *ahem* 31. As a teen, I used to leave her Post It notes on a morning, stating what I’d got in my advent calendar in the style of
“On the first day of Christmas, my advent calendar gave to me…”
When I moved to university, I continued this via text message and until this year, it continued still. Text message made it easier as I could copy and paste and there were not tons of Post It notes! Unfortunately, I am gutted to say that, this year, they haven’t continued. I started but a lively toddler has made if difficult. I am sad about this and hope I can get it going again in due course.
There was one year where my mother went a little mad and bought mr a Dr Who advent calendar…let me tell you I have NEVER watched Dr Who. To make matters worse, every picture was either a Dalek or a Tardis. My texts messages went along the lines of:
“On the fourth day of Christmas my advent calendar gave to me ANOTHER F**kING TARDIS, (another) dalek, a tardis, a Dalek and a partridge in a pear tree.”
The texts didn’t continue that year and my mum admitted she had failed as a mother that year – jokes….kinda 🙂