Every one of my childhood years, my Aunt Pat sent us a paper Advent calendar, the kind where you open a little door for each day of December. This was a huge thrill for the five of us kids, even though we had to wait five days for our turn to open a tiny picture of a sprig of holly or candy cane. Maybe it was partly because we had to wait.
After Christmas, when the calendar was spent, I’d even Continue reading “I Ditched the Homemade Advent Calendar”