A Month at Elf Towers

Over the last few weeks I have been squirrelling away our empty loo rolls for a little project.

 Brown paper has been found. Elves have arrived.

"Hello!"

The glue was brushed and the card suck.

The circles cut and the numbers printed.

Forfeits were written, both good...

... and not so good...

The Beansprouts have their advent calendar ready and waiting. And I don't know who is more excited, them or me!

Are your calendars in place for Sunday? Are you a traditionalist with a nativity scene and little doors opening to reveal Christmas symbols? Or do you like a chocolate treat with your tea and toast every morning? Perhaps you have a candle to light for a couple of hours each evening.

Even at the age of fortythree I still get thrilled about opening the advent calendar each morning. Bit of luck I bought one just for me...

Toot Toot Tootoot

Can you hear that?
Toot toot.
Do you know what it is?
I'll tell you.
It is the sound of me blowing my own trumpet.
Smug?
I sure am.
I went to a certain Never Knowingly Undersold shop yesterday and looked for an advent calendar. They were all revolting. And I didn't have the time to go anywhere else. (Well actually I did have time but Wednesday is my no kids day and I had a whole day and an empty house to get on with.)
I came back home with this book and flicking through it I saw an advent calendar to colour in each day.

Later on, my mind went back to the book, (which is now squirrelled away in the loft, ready for the week before Christmas) and I thought that I could do a similar sort of calendar. I have card. I have a black pen. I can draw, sort of.

So I made one and I am veryvery pleased with it. Look.

Can you now see why my trumpet has been blowing? I did have a few probs getting twenty four symbols of Christmas that I could actually draw- a satsuma is pushing it a bit, I feel. But as Small reminded me, FC once left him a banana so it could have been worse...

I can hear the arguments already though. Small is not going to want to colour angels. They are both going to want to colour FC. The snowflake is going to be sneered at.

But I am going to block their moans out. If they complain, I will colour it in.