Christmas Chocolates Past and Present

 

I can define periods in my life by Christmas Chocolate. 

As a child, each Christmas we had a Whitman box. Sometimes it was a sampler, other years it was a tin with various scenes. During those years, I'd love to have been able to walk on those streets, visit the houses, be there...

My brother and I could take turns selecting a chocolate, but after biting into it, if we didn't like it, we didn't get a second choice. My kind-heated grandmother, however, cut all the chocolates in two so we could make wise decisions. Maybe it was a lesson in checking the facts.

 

For the past dozen years I have had an Advent calendar box, bought from Auer Chocolate. Each year, it is a treat to escape the late November chill and walk into the Auer store in Geneva, Switzerland. The aroma of chocolate is heavenly as I pick out the 24 black chocolates to put in the little boxes. 

No need to cut the chocolates out of fear not liking the filling. I know every one will satisfy us. We do cut them in two so Rick and I can share the savor of each one.

Rick and I follow the Icelandic transition of giving each other books on Christmas Eve, then go to bed and read them as we eat chocolate. This year our wonderful landlords, gave us a different kind of chocolate. They were delicious, but we have some left for today and tomorrow.

As for books, I now have all the Louise Penny series. Three Pines is my favorite Canadian village, but I can't be too hungry when I read them because of all the food mentioned.

He also gave me the new book of Margaret Atwood's essays. I will post this and then curl up and read.

What a wonderful holiday. To all my readers, happy holidays including good wishes for 2026, 27, 28 and beyond. 

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