I didn’t have advent calendars growing up. It’s not like I had a deprived childhood; it just wasn’t a tradition for us. But Moonie spotted one that had cute little teddy bears and he begged and begged and begged for it.

Last night was the first night of December, so Moonie excitedly opened the little door marked “1,” holding his little breath in anticipation.

“Look, Mama! Moonie-sized chocolate!”

It didn’t take him long to polish off his little advent treat.

All night he was asking, “Is it December 2nd yet?”

“…How about now?”

“Mama? Has it been another day?”

It’s going to be a long December.