I've caved in. We have a chocolate advent calendar... it's SO rubbish I can't believe I bought it. The doors are just squares in a grid, the numbers hard to read and inside, there is no Christmassy image, just the back of a chocolate which one has to pry out of its tray with a fingernail to see the image. Today's chocolate could have been a baby or perhaps a snowman; a candy homunculus whose eery grimace was swiftly cut off by the spuds incisors.
Anyway, so apparently Potty Mummy has a fuzzy felt advent calendar and I am now in search because the one we have is, in fact, more rubbish than I may have let on and further, it is not achieving its goal which is to show the spud how many days there are left until Christmas and to stop him telling me every 5 minutes that it's going to be Christmas 'tomorrow'.
Thanks to his new Peppa Pig DVD (a Christmas pressie he managed to locate early) he is now aware that Santa lands on the roof and comes down the chimney and he feels it necessary to repeat this at frequent intervals, normally around bedtime. He hasn't quite gotten the word 'chimney' though and instead says "and he's on the roof and then DOWN" (points up and down rapidly at a wall as if showing a chimney) "like that". Which is Spud for 'thingamajig'.
In a fit of madness I ramped up the whole Christmas / winter enthusiasm levels by reading him 'The Snowman', a book which I have never before read (or seen the film) and know only from the ubiquitous song. It is, I have to say, a truly lovely book and he is completely enthralled. Resultantl,y he has added 'snow' to the list of things that are coming 'soon' like Santa and Christmas, but not like the ice-cream truck which he informs me at the same time 'is sleeping' (but coming back any day now).
I know I'm going completely backwards on this one but it's just to hard to be Scrooge when one is faced with an enthusiastic toddler. I'm just not sure how we're going to cope with another three weeks of all this glee.