The Season for Daily Chocolate

There are times that I feel like I don’t even need to introduce the fact that every trip to my parent’s house produces more things that Veronica steals from them. From blankets, children’s play sets, or plants; every time that we head up there it seems like we are coming back with something new.

This marks the first time in a rather long time that I saw something and needed to have it back home. It is my Grandmother’s advent calendar.

Looking at it reminds me of Christmas time at my Grandmother’s with it hanging on the back of the coat closest door nearest the front door, always with chocolate not eaten to the correct day. The pockets would be filled with heresy’s kisses, although the kind was anyone’s guess. One would be just a likely to get a vanilla/chocolate swirl as they would to find one with an almond in the middle.

It also brings back memories of my Grandmother eating chocolate. Every time she would close her eyes and have the expression of pure bliss on her face. I honestly feel that it is safe to say that no one in the world has ever enjoyed anything as much as my Grandmother enjoyed the first bite of something chocolate.

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