Things Undone

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true loves gave to me six undone advents, a five seater Volvo SUV………four Diego drawings, three tasty treats, two U.S. passports and a mushy brain with no memory

In an effort to get out of the house on Sunday, we braved the icy weather and headed to….Costco. Because where else do you take five people on a late Sunday afternoon?

Costco closes at 5pm on Sundays. So if you arrive at 4.35pm, you might be a little disappointed to learn this tidbit of information.

But this isn’t about Costco. As we were driving towards the enormous warehouse of un-bargains, I made a comment to the professor. ‘It’s already the sixth and we haven’t done any of the activities (I placed so diligently) in the advent envelopes.’

‘What’s the point of going to all the trouble of making envelopes and putting activities in them if you’re not going to do any of it?’ asked my word-mincing-sentimental spouse.

‘Maybe it’s a list of things we’re not doing,’ I defended my colossal waste of time.

As in, on the first day of Christmas, we absolutely did not read the Christmas story. On the second day, we did not get a tree. On the third we did not build puzzles. (Well, actually we did put together the Diego puzzle, but that was before we knew we were ‘supposed’ to.) On the fourth we did not go to the zoo to see the lights. On the fifth we did not make ornaments. On the sixth day we did not make wreaths.

Maybe next year I’ll put ‘bake cookies’ inside each envelope. That might actually happen.

Twenty five days of cookies…that’s the kind of advent calendar I can get excited about.

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