We were shopping for more furniture to get the house all set up when we decided to have lunch. As we were sitting there, eating our green beans and sandwiches Master noticed an Advent calendar. For those of you who don’t know what that is, they vary a bit. Master always had a chocolate one growing up. The calendar can vary, I have seen some that are wooden and reusable, some are made from fabric, and some are cardboard and disposable.
Master Pravus always had the disposable kind with chocolate in it. You use it to count down the time until Santa arrives. Every day you wake up and you open a drawer, or a pocket, or punch a hole in the cardboard and there’s usually a small treat or a present in there. They aren’t always food treats and they don’t always even have presents. He was recalling how, as a kid it was fun to wake up in December and count down the days to X-Mas with a new treat.
I said that did sound like fun. I didn’t have that though, growing up.
“Well, we had an Advent calendar, but it was made from fabric and hung up on the wall. On each day there was a little pocket and you moved a small stuffed animal mouse over to the next day. It was fun moving the mouse around, but there was no chocolate. Also, because I was the youngest in the house I never got to move Mr. Mousie because my brothers who had to be up for school before me would move him. But he was still cute though, and I loved watching him ‘hop’ from one day to the next.”
“So you never had a chocolate Advent calendar ever? Are you shitting me?”
“Nope. No chocolate Advent calendar.”
And he flew into sort of a Masterly rage and picked two up.
“WHICH OF THESE PICTURES DO YOU LIKE BETTER?!?!?!”
It was almost funny how mad he was. I was completely calm as a cucumber, just eating my lunch and he was so pissed that I’d never had this experience.
“I like this one, Master.”
“That’s the one you’ll get then, Kitty.”
He bought the Advent calendar immediately.
“You’ll see, Kitty. It’s such a thrill waking up every single day, and you get a new piece of chocolate! You had the worst parents ever, I can’t believe you never had a chocolate Advent calendar!”
“A thrill?” I teased him a little.
“It is! You’ll see!” He was beside himself with the indignity of me never having had this experience. I couldn’t stop laughing. Alright, let’s see how it goes. Come at me, December! I’m always up for a thrill.