This year DD will be having my old advent calendar (see photo) which was made for my by my aunty in 1982. My mum lovingly filled it with little presents, some of which were too big to fit in the little boxes. On these occasions she would write a little rhyme with a clue, put this in the box and hide the gift somewhere in the house.
All well abd good but... I am crap at writing poetry. So, dear Vipers, can anyone here knock up a couple of rhymes ?
Some hiding places might include my desk drawer, the piano stool, her roller skates bag.