It was the end of November last year and I decided to get an advent calendar for my children. I stared at the calendars available in the store, with calendar windows containing different Christmas motifs inside. To be honest, they seemed a bit boring. I wanted to give my children something else, something they would remember.
I went down to the local toy store and decided I would try out a present calendar with 24 different things, one for each day. The store had lots of things. Useless things that no one really needs. Things that would be forgotten one minute after they got opened. If I was to buy these things for my children, would they appreciate it? And which things would I pick? I started to come up with arguments of why they would need the different things but gave up when I reached the fifth one. Nothing seemed really exiting to give or to get. There was something missing. Something to connect the things and make them meaningful. They needed context. They needed a story.