This morning I unwrapped my chintzy Trader Joe’s advent calendar, located the 1, and carefully pulled back the tiny cardboard door. Inside was a sliver of candy, chocolate in persuasion, stamped with some sort of festive adornment. An angel? A flower? Hard to say. This is the first advent calendar I have ever purchased for myself. Growing up there was always one on the mantel and my brother and I alternated days. Always before school, backpacks dragging and puffy winter coats askew, leaning on each other to see what each date held inside. Usually it was a paper calendar, each door hiding a picture or cartoon, perforations that had to be cracked with a skilled fingernail. One year there was a splurge, a wooden calendar with little drawers and tiny ornaments inside. Christmas is a very good time.
Leslie Harpold’s advent calendar was one of my favorite things about the Internet, and December 1st is the day I miss it most fiercely. Today though I decided it could be different, we could have a version. The Wayback Machine captured the calendar archive in pieces, and some pieces are clearer than others, so, I’ve mixed and matched and I don’t know, let’s call it a quilt. A patchwork waybackmachine Leslie Harpold advent calendar. Don’t open it all at once. Make sure to give your little brother a turn. Merry Christmas.