It's about thirty-five years old and missing doors number 5 (ladybug and flower) and 14 (fish) and has the yellowed marks of old cellophane tape in more than a few spots, but the Advent calendar is up and door number 3 opened to reveal a cartoonish Christmas cookie. I know the whole thing by heart and my teenager is remarkably unimpressed, but I love it.
Even knowing the location and hidden picture of each door, there is something surprisingly anticipatory about gently nudging a day closer to Christmas.
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