This morning I had an amazing revelation. It was December the 2nd. The 2nd! This made me extraordinarily happy. Why, you might ask?
Well, because I had forgotten to start my chocolate advent calendar the day before, meaning two chocolates for me today! Double excitement.
It might seem insignificant, but I love my chocolate advent calendar. I love opening the window each day and eating the chocolate inside, and counting down to Christmas Day.
A couple of years ago I accidentally-on-purpose ate the whole calendar before we even reached the first of December, but I was pregnant at the time and I bought another one for December, so: no harm, no foul.
There is something about countdowns that I enjoy almost as much as the promise of a little Christmas themed chocolate each day. Counting down to something important or exciting gives it an extra layer. It allows you to enjoy it just that little bit more, knowing it’s coming.
Christmas is family and a bauble-covered tree and presents carefully wrapped and my Dad taking such pride in his roast turkey. It’s silly coloured paper hats and bon-bons and my Mum’s overly-alcoholic sherry trifle. It’s coffee and mini homemade mince pies. It’s Carols by Candlelight and baby Jesus in the manger, under the star.
And that is what I will look forward to every day as I eat my chocolate (and sometimes my husband’s chocolate) and countdown the days. 23 to go!