Friday, 24 December 2010

Advent Calendars

December has galloped by and I've said almost nothing here. I've been in the grip of what I can only (but rather pretentiously) describe as an experience of gnosis. For most of this month I haven't known who I was, how to relate to the world around me, or what on earth to say here.

Fortunately the spiritual dust is settling now, and so, full of seasonal bonhomie, I thought I'd tell you about my advent calendars.

I have two calendars, which I've owned since I was a child. The first came from a National Trust shop in, I think, 1980. Here it is:

It's very battered and the tabs that held its roof together are floppy and largely useless. There's some dry, flaking Sellotape where once I stuck the roof together. Some of the doors are ripped and there's brown card and scratches on the pictures inside from the year I decided to glue the windows flat:

Much of 24 is torn and Joseph is almost entirely erased, poor man, except for his rhubarb pink face and custard yellow hair:

The calendar has a lovely seventies psychedelic look about it that reminds me of my mother's book on astrology from around the same period. Even Father Christmas looks like he's been taking fly agaric:

Perhaps most of all I love the pink and red fish scales on the roof and the curtains at the windows:

The second calendar comes from my mother's Woman and Home magazine in 1981. Every year for some years the December issue included an advent calendar that children could cut out, stick on to a cereal packet and get excited about thereafter:

The pictures inside were ink drawings only, so they could be coloured in. I'm still impressed with the care my brother (then eleven) and I (nine) took to do this: we've barely gone over the edges:

There are a few oddities, however, such as the spring-green antlers on the reindeer:

and the pink berries on the mistletoe:

but by and large it's a delicate beast with an unusual twenty-five doors:

The calendars are a link to my younger self. I feel the same excitement when I open their doors and I have the same favourites each year. I always buy a new one too, but it's never as magical as these two.

One day I suppose the doors will fall off, or the calendars will be damaged beyond repair and I'll have to let them go. There's a chance that they might survive me, in which case I'll have to find an appreciative/unfortunate young'un to leave them to.

Any one interested in applying to inherit them can write to me care of the World Tree, where I'll be hanging upside-down with a kitten in each arm, hoping for further gnosis.

Happy Christmas!


  1. We were always careful not to go over the edges, although I don't recall why the green antlers happened. Early signs of seasonal system messing?

  2. Hey Mapheroo!

    Happy Christmas, my gorgeous brother.

    S x

  3. You can colour in my Advent calendar whenever you want, splendid Sian. Loved this post and am so glad you are back in the bloggy business!

  4. Happy, joyful xmas, dear Sianie! Lots of love Arlene xxxxxx
    Patently not anon xx