5 days to go, boys and girls!

I am thoroughly sick of forcing chocolate representations of endangered animal species down my gullet. What seemed like a fun, worthwhile daily chore back on December 1st is beginning to become a lot like a systematic form of self-induced torture. What happened to the days when an advent calendar was just a cute display of the Nativity, with little doors that were opened to reveal a different yuletide picture? And you never knew whether the big double-door on Christmas Eve was going to unveil Santa’s face or the baby Jesus? When did calendars become less about crimbletime and more about calories? When did Santa lose out to sugar? When did thought provocation lose out to treat ingestion? When? Why? And what’s next? Will our other annual December delights be pushed aside for confection-based indulgence? Will you take your traditional turkey roast and replace it with a pile of Ferrero Rocher? Forego the Christmas pudding for the sake of a Toblerone triangle? Where will this madness end????
I may have gone on a bit there, and asked a lot of questions. 
Happy Christmas. 

RC 20-12-16