We spent Christmas Eve at my parent’s. My dad started a fire at the fireplace
and the whole house was christmassy decorated.
We had it really comfortable and got spoilt from
my assiduous mom.
Like every year she served up a delicious
Swedish Julbord (Christmas buffet). Even though she minimized the
selection over the years, nevertheless it’s still always too much and I will raise like yeast dough.
But after all the big excitement of the evening
was Santa Claus, who would bring all the presents.
Why yes, the christ child isn’t coming to us, but to be exact it is the JULTOMTE.
Hector and Irma didn’t
understand the whole euphoria, but for Edgar it was a long desired arrival.
FINALLY there was a knock on the door..
and Edgar was chosen to be the little helper.
The next day Edgar was asked if, being 7 years
old, he still believed in Santa Claus. He whispered quietly “Vladimir was Santa Claus, but on Christmas
Eve you HAVE to believe in Santa Claus”.
And I think Edgar’s words are very wise. You can’t have people mess around with you forever, but you can decide for
yourself to still experience and live the magic. And therefor I’d like to thank Vladimir, the Grinch, to
join us for the magic.
GOD JUL PÅ ER ALLESAMMANS!!
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