So dear friends, yesterday was the First of Advent. Only 3 more sundays to go before the big fat man in a red suit squeezes down your chimney or uses his magic key to get in! Or, in the case of swedes, Father Christmas actually comes an gives you your presents personally. Yea, that’s right. Swedish kids are bestest buds with Santa, and so well behaved, that he feels he must visit each and everyone in turn. What a nice guy, eh?
The reality is- and here comes a spoiler for all you believers; a grandfather, daddy, or infact, any old male relative, usually ”forgets” something from the shop and absolutely must go out and get it. Dinner might be ruined else. Can’t have that now, can we. Christmas dinner is the most important meal of the year, no?
Now the thing is, that going to the shop is a lie. Scandalous really. Parents lying to their kids, tut tut. But anyhoo, when said family member leaves the house, they head straight for the stash of gifts and change into their costume, pillow to pad the belly included as is the traditional fake fluff that is supposed to resemble a beard.
We have really been getting into the festive spirit this weekend, being the first of Advent and all. After a dreadful night (again) on friday, all plans for saturday were cancelled and we packed up and relocated to mums house for the afternoon to snooze and bake lussebullar. These are rather delicious saffron buns, traditionally eaten on and around the 13th December when we here in nordic country celebrate St. Lucia, a bringer of light in these darkened winter days. Truly, it now gets light by around 8.30am-ish and is dark again by 14.30pm.
I think the highlight for me was when I finally got to put some christmas decs up. I have after all, been playing christmas songs for about 2weeks, maybe 3, now….