Finally finished opening my advent calendar. The last window was a chocolate snowman, which, I think, is an anticlimax.
Door 24 was always the big one - you know, baby Jesus in the manger, shepherds and angels gathering round the glowing cradle! These days, you’re lucky to even see a real snowman at Christmas.
Anyway. I know what you’re thinking, and, yes, Sammy asked the same question. The use-by-date is July 11th. So, even though I’m a bit slow at the Christmas admin (to say the least) I am ahead of the natural deterioration path of the chocolate.
I just kept forgetting about it. It was right there by the bed and I just went right on with life.
Christmas came and went, and every now and again I’d open a window and chomp a little snowflake or candle, or mysterious thing that might have been a sleigh but upside down could easily have been a stocking.
You probably won’t be surprised to know that I did this in order. I mean what kind of person wouldn’t?
Anyway, it has made me wonder what the point was. Clearly I hadn’t taken it very seriously if I’d let advent stretch over four months. Do we really need advent calendars? I mean, they’re supposed to be so exciting in December that you race to the choc, rip open the window and wolf it down before breakfast. I hate to say it, but I don’t think they’re designed for grown-ups.
Sometime in late November, Sammy will disagree with me about this, I have no doubt. Additionally, I will almost certainly relent and we’ll end up with an advent calendar each.
I feel like there are deeper points to make about growing up, and how an activity can do quickly go from being a joy to being just another bit of admin. It’s like life ungamifies everything.
But I can’t be bothered to go into the depths of it, trying to sound smart by explaining everything you all instinctively know already. I even feel like I ought to make a humorous comparison between all this and the fact that I have work to do. You’re probably expecting that. Well quite.
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