My Advent calendar -- complete with festive Santa and other arctic livestock.
In the States, the candy Advent calendar isn't nearly as popular as it is here in the UK. To be honest, I'd never had one growing up. We have a felt doorhanging calendar -- two, actually. One with a cute little mouse that you move each morning (we would fight to get to be the one to move the mouse when we were little - what a breakfast/early morning conversation that was) and we had a newer one that had an ornament in each of the day pockets that we decorated the felt tree with until the star in the pocket of the 24th to top the tree. Always a family thing, always in the kitchen, and always part of the decoration.
My flatmates were talking eagerly about which Advent calendars were the best (don't get one at Tesco because they're child sized, so the chocolate is child sized as well -- go for the Lindt ones because they're adult sized, even if they don't have Santa Claus or Doctor Who on the front) and I piped up that I'd never had a chocolate Advent calendar growing up.
They looked at me in sheer horror.
So, when in Rome, do as the Romans. The chocolate shop in town was out of Lindt calendars, but they had these festive ones, which are obviously made for children, but the chocolates are good sized, so they pass muster.
When I brought it to the till to pay, the lady asked what name I wanted on the bar. I replied 'Oh, I don't need any... Rebecca. Put Rebecca on there." Which makes me feel like I'm eight, but you know what? I could use some good old fashioned child-like Christmas cheer at the moment. Class is hard, my papers are a bit soul-crushing, so if getting my name in icing on my Advent calendar is going to put a smile on my face, gosh darn it I'm gonna do it.
And you know what? It does put a smile on my face. Simple things. And the best part? I get another chocolate tomorrow morning.