2011 was the first and last year we ever did advent. My eldest was three, his little brother not even a twinkle in our eye. We had found a beautiful hanging advent calendar made from brightly colored fabric, resembling a Peruvian-style weave. It was in the shape of a tree with 24 post-it-note sized pockets.
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Our Traditions Were Never Quite The Same
The list of traditions on this holiday is long. Those not keen to read a novel would request I stop here. After all, the point isn’t to recount every last detail and every last memory of my childhood family. The point is to commemorate traditions loved and lost.
