Tradition! When do you put up your Christmas tree? Do you put up a tree at all? For us, the tree goes up on Advent Sunday. Even though it seems a majority of Christmas-celebrating folks go with December 1, or whenever in November they actually just feel like it, or November 1 because Halloween is over, keeping this tradition of Advent Sunday helps not just the rhythm of the year but also the meaning of Christmas. (I know this isn’t for everyone, and I’m not judging people who insist on December 1 or November 1 or December 24 or October 3 or whenever, and I’m not judging people who don’t celebrate Christmas for religious reasons. This is just what’s right for us). I would have loved to have gone to church on Sunday, too, but C coughed for ALLLLL of Friday night, having been not well for half of the last fortnight, so we had a rest day. 

For eight years, I have been wanting to make an Advent calendar with reusable inserts. If you know me even just a little, you’ll know I’m after the type of thing that has “bake cookies”, “make cards”, “give a gift to a neighbour”, “donate an item to a charity present drive”. In the middle of the year, I came across Your Wild Books and they had a set of reusable mindful advent cards. Sold. As it turns out, everything except the neighbour card above is covered, as well as things like watch a Christmas movie, make gifts for teachers, and put up the Christmas tree. And so much more, obviously. There are 30 cards so there was a bit of leeway and things that just didn’t suit us could be left out for this year.

This didn’t mean I actually made the calendar ahead of time, though. On Friday I was mulling over the problem of how to display the cards to make it advent calendar-y, and my eyes rested on the giant pile of reusable paper shopping bags. Surely I could make them into envelopes or pockets or something. Sure enough, each bag made 8 envelopes, with paper left for recycling or scissor practice, apparently. I let the girls loose with Christmas stickers and stamps (you see, unplanned crafty purchases can come in handy). I, uh, evened things up a little after they were asleep so that each envelope had at least one stamp on it and then I numbered them (again, thank you impulse craft pen purchase that I had forgotten all about) and popped a mindful card in each. On Sunday, I had the girls help me bring up sticks from the Random Stick Collection that they add to and that I now insist live in the garage. We arranged a few sticks in a jug, which is not as easy as it sounds, I must say. I stabbed each envelope, popped in some sweets, persuaded some yarn to go in the holes and tied them up and onto the branches. I am very happy with the result. I’m not sure how we’ll go with not investigating the envelopes and testing the sweets, or how these will last and if they will be reused next year, but I have a very Anna, entirely reusable (except for the sweets), nearly free calendar. It sits next to the fish tank.

Speaking of the fish tank, that lives permanently where the Christmas tree used to go. On a piece of furniture (entertainment unit/craft station/overflow kitchen storage unit). Out of reach (wellllll, kinda) of little hands. So we changed. Gasp. Furniture was moved. Much dusting was dusted and vacuumed. This year’s spot is on the floor next to the tv. The girls loved decorating the tree. I love that it is slightly overflowing and very much not breakable. Girls have been loving playing with the ornaments and redecorating the tree. There possibly may be some more furniture moving required as girls now sit in a high traffic zone to play with said ornaments.

I also researched a Christmas movie for us to watch, and after a couple of false starts, I settled on That Christmas. I had a lot of convincing ahead of me as I claimed it was funny (“Mummy, when you say it’s funny, is it funny for you or will it be funny for us?” Said with a very skeptical squinty forehead-wrinkly facial expression) and that it was definitely not scary. With E clutching my hand or on my lap and clutching my hand for a good portion of the movie, we watched it. Apparently, it wasn’t that funny for girls. Note to self: a 90-minute movie will take approximately 145 minutes if watched with a 4-and-three-quarters-year-old girl who is very observant and questions everything alongside a 3-year-old who likes to shout out WHAT JUST HAPPENED WHEN YOU’VE JUST, LITERALLY JUST THIS MOMENT WATCHED IT and then tells you it was funny or wild or crazy. 

Did I mention the questions? Because there were many, many, MANY questions. Not just after the movie. I’m talking questions in the afternoon after we watched the movie, questions at dinner, questions during bath time, questions at bedtime, questions on the way to daycare this morning. The main themes were why Santa made a  mistake and why did Danny’s dad not live with them anymore. These are equally important in the minds of my girls. I don’t know if I can answer any further questions on the topic. 

Here’s to a lovely, calm Advent.