By Tara Zandra | December 10, 2012
Every year for Christmas I had a chocolate advent calendar. I could not tell you when I first got one, nor could I tell you when I stopped. I do know I looked forward to that simple pleasure every year.
My first Christmas no longer living in my mother’s house, she offered me anything she had related to Christmas. You see, she has plenty to share. We used to joke that Santa blew up at her house. Until I met my MIL, I never saw a house as decorated as my mom’s. Anyway, one item I chose is a reusable advent calendar where you move a little mouse each day. At some point I received a Mickey reusable advent as well.
Even with these, a child needs the chocolate. I’m going to guess we started it the Christmas Tabitha was 3, maybe 2. I know I ordered it from a German Christmas website because, well, why not? Afterwards, the drugstore variety was perfectly acceptable because, let’s face it, the quality of the chocolate wasn’t really the point.
One year there was a chocolate one from Canada, sent by my dad. This one was not only in French, but included an additional countdown to New Year’s Day. At some point we also acquired yet another reusable one in the form of a talking snowman- that one may or may not be a little creepy, but still a tradition.
Last year Tabitha desperately wanted a Lego advent calendar. Well, I couldn’t very well get her a toy one and not Daisy so I searched online and found one by Playmobil. Those were both very big hits with the kids. Enough so that they each wanted this 2012 versions this year. But you know what? They still wanted that darn chocolate. Such joy in hunting for the right compartment, trying to decipher what the chocolate shape is supposed to be, and let’s not discount eating chocolate first thing in the morning.