December has taken me by surprise, really, and I haven't even taken up my advent calendar yet. It's a plain and simple, it's shown here, just my hand-knitted white wool-pouches with rather rustically embroidered numbers. Simple and re-usable, and it can be filled with
chocolate anything fun. I still remember those calendars our mum used to make me and my sister too, she made a big house (matchboxes clued into a cardboard), and each day had something little to be found. I also remember how long December felt as child (and now blink! and it's over), and can also see that on my little nephew... Christmas is so much awaited, and the advent calendar a few little windows opened each day make the waiting a little more bearable...
"This is my main calendar. I thought the first window would have a tree, a Christmas tree but it had a fireman. I like it. I think tomorrow it'll be a saw." (And it was a saw on 2nd window, go figure.)
"This one is my angry birds-calendar, my auntie got it for me. It has pictures only but I like it. And I like the pigreindeers too."
"Here I got a little polarbear-baby, look!"
"This really is my mom's, and it has poems in or something"
"It's my Lightning McQueen calendar, and my fifth. Should I tell you how I got this one? I went shopping with my auntie, and we did go to this little sweet-shop, and the nice lady there gave this to me for free. She asked if I had a calendar already and I told "FOUR!". My auntie said something like "ahem" which was silly because the lady really wanted me to take one calendar home. There were Hello Kitty's too but I chose this. Thank you nice lady in the candy-shop!"
Auntie aka me: "And it's 3rd of December today, so only 21 x 5 = 105 more windows to go before Christmas. Blimey."
Wishing you the loveliest December 3rd may you have a calendar window/s or not to open (or fill)! See you tomorrow again!
P.S I just realized that this (this blogging-thingy) is my calendar! So I'm not late or anything, but just in time!