On Christmas eve we waited paitiently all morning, for Santa to come. Then, just when we were playing in the new sandpit he passed quickly and left loads of presents he had picked up in Sweden and Japan under our beautiful tree in the garden, decorated with garlands, balls and multi-coloured blinking lights. We managed to save the rest of our Indian take-away lunch before the anarchic riot of opening, "helping" others to open, and trying to grab whichever present in sight started...
Afterwards, all kids seemed happy and in the evening we went to good friend Soma and Davide's place for a wonderful, mostly Italian inspired Christmas dinner - and lots of wine. Yesterday evening we went to some other friend's house, and had some more wine. Today, all family passed out for a three hour Christmas siesta...
No skinka, köttbullar, prinskorv, grönkål, sill, snaps, knäck, risalamalta or glögg, but still a great Christmas.
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