You don’t think of ADVENT CALENDARS as having a “sound”.
I mean, they are inanimate objects. Simple or ornate paper creations with tiny doors that peel open daily – December 1 – 24 – to reveal a small “prize” each day. Most offer a small piece of chocolate (usually of questionable quality…). But all offer tradition. A sense of holiday. Something to look forward to. A bit of routine. And a of excitement for what is just around the corner – creeping closer, closer, closer day by day – Christmas.
But one thing they do not have is a “sound”.
Unless, that is, they are LIFE-SIZE.
And not made of paper, but wood.
And not on a mantle or dining room table, but on the purple porch of an almost 100-year-old yellow house on the corner of a very busy intersection.
In that case, with that
particular advent calendar, many, many sounds are on offer.
The sound of little feet scampering up 6 steps. Then back down.
The sound of small wooden doors – various sizes, shapes, and colors – opening, closing, opening, closing.
The sound of giggles and laughter.
The sound of the doorbell dinging or tiny hands knocking every couple of hours to report that today’s cubby is empty and could it please be refilled.
The sound of wrapping paper being ripped away to reveal the magic that is today’s treat.
The sound of chatter as children sitting on the top step eating whatever deliciousness they discovered behind the door of the day.
The sounds of crying as a tiny piece of today’s toy treasure drops between the cracks of the old steps and disappears into darkness (and the sound of old bones creaking as Miss Susan ventures under the cobweb filled porch to try and retrieve the prize).
The sounds of friends – old and new – staying and chatting after meeting up and discovering what was behind today’s door.
The sound – over and over and over day after day after 24 days – of “Good morning friend! Do you know what day it is day?? The numbers look like…The door is pink and the handle is blue…”.
The sound of whistles, freshly unwrapped, being blown as loudly as possible on the porch, down the steps, down the sidewalk, across the street, and on and on and on the way.
The sound of “Merry Christmas – thank you Miss Susan and Mr. David” for 20 days straight by 2 little visitors who faithfully visited until vacation plans ended their visits before the final cubby door could be opened.
The sounds of joy and curiosity and love and friendship and community and holiday and glee and wonder and tradition.
The sounds of the season.
Total Kindness Activist funds used: $977.83, which sounds like an awful lot until you break it down:
$40.74 per day for 24 days
Average of 55 visitors per day
.74 cents per visitor per day
Value - priceless
