What's behind your door?

I remember when I first got a chocolate advent calendar, I thought it was the best invention since that little Dairy Milk dispenser I never got for Christmas. But now that the boys have a chocolate advent calendar, I think they're, well, completely crap.

Yes, you get chocolate, which is not to be sniffed at. About five times a day (so far) Joe points at the advent calendar hanging on the wall and shouts, "Clok-clak!" and I have to tell him he's not allowed another one until tomorrow.

But that's not the problem. The problem is that there's no picture. No magical Christmas picture. Not behind the chocolate and not on the back of the door. The chocolates are supposedly Christmassy shapes, but they're rather unclear and that's hardly the same since the chocolates get, you know, eaten.

When I was little, we loved seeing what was behind each door. A little robin on a branch. An angel. A sprig of holly. I miss it. In fact, I miss it so much that I bought myself a chocolate-free advent calendar. It's not all that Chrismassy either so far, but it is cute and sparkly so it'll have to do.

And now that I think of it, I may well buy myself – I mean, the boys – one of those Dairy Milk dispensers too.

{Picture from the completely glorious little doodles}