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Why can't I think of anything to write about other than the half-finished tasks, all of which seem to be Christmas-related, that I can't seem to settle to? Anders is gone to Italy for 3 days on a business trip and I'm restless without him. Tomorrow is book group and if Karin doesn't turn the cough she was threatening me with tonight into a full-fledged cold I'll have to take them with me. I didn't get the book re-read either, because Sherlock keeps hanging on for just a few more chapters, a few more pages. It's taken me FOREVER to finish the 2nd half of the collected works and I'm Sherlocked-out.

The tree is half-decorated, the cards are half written, half-stuffed, half-addressed. There are greens to spread about the garden beds, and deck the bookshelves with, garlands still to be hung. My family is scattered around the world, and right now is when I'm most conscious of the fact. Memories of Christmases past float about in the air, hanging with each childhood ornament upon the tree. I let the kids decorate their little playroom tree tonight, and panicked when they wanted to help with the big one, too. What if they broke something? What if they broke my memories??

A woman in choir who confessed to her love of material things during our end-of-term party last week, told a story of how one year their huge Christmas tree, which was covered with her well-loved and coveted ornaments collected over the years from several different countries, was knocked over, smashing to smithereens everything that was in the least breakable. She left the house and walked around the neighborhood in the freezing cold for several hours because she was too upset, too enraged, too anguished to go back and face the death of her beloved ornaments. I think it was the death of memories she was mourning.

Every year I buy some sort of Christmas ornament, for myself and for each child, and every year we get a couple from my mother as well, continuing a tradition she began for my siblings and I. When I grew up and moved away, I already had several ornaments of my own to start with. Another tradition she gave me is saving the covers and usable parts of Christmas cards, to cut up and use as gift tags on the presents that are lovingly wrapped and placed under the tree. I have a box full of the top halves of Christmas cards, some of them saved just because they're beautiful.

A stack of Christmas books rests on the coffee table in the living room: Christmas in Scandinavia, Tomtemaskinen, A Christmas Treasury, Toot & Puddle's I'll Be Home For Christmas. Christmas videos are stacked below the stereo, old favorites, full of memories and song. Christmas cookies lie in wait on the counter, in tins, in tupperware, in the freezer. Chocolate and peanut butter, gingerbread, iced sugar goodies. I really do have Christmas on the brain...are you sick of me yet?

I am glad to be living away from the States at Christmastime, despite my homesickness; away from the super-materialistic rampant commericialism that is so unescapable there. Here, at least...HERE, in Flyinge, it's white lights in the trees, advent lights in every window, hanging stars made of red paper, white paper, gold, silver, and wood, lit from within, glowing. It's cheery greetings from our neighbors, and from Rosemarie at the store when we stop to pick up packages. It's a notice for a Julmarknad in Lund, a last chance to buy handmade decorations of iron, or straw, or wood. It's candlelight and greenery, good food on the table, visits from friends. It's the look in my children's eyes as they ask once more, "Is there really a Santa? Is it you? Is it daddy?" and you know they still aren't sure; they still believe. It's the hope of snow, but the resignation of those used to winter in Skåne. It's the knowledge that the equinox is only a week away.
mood: energetic
music: Mel Torme—The Christmas Song


Not sick yet! My oldest sister held up an ornament one year and proclaimed, "This is my very favorite one" right before the little clasp gave way and it crashed to the ground.

Oh. My. God.

That's like something from a movie. Poor thing.

I love your entries. Your writing style. Everything is so poetical and clever! Merry Christmas!

Thank you :) Merry Christmas to you, too!


I love your holiday descriptions, probably because I so well understand where they originated. It's that old...."The fruit doesn't fall very far..."
Songs...The "tuff" one is "I'll be home for Christmas"...every year we were always much too far from Michigan, never failed to bring in a major dose of homesickness, still does...for that matter as it takes me instantly back to those moments.
Cards...another use besides gift tags, and I have always planned to do it, to decoupage or frame them in holiday colors and use them for decorations. I knew a lady who FILLED her house that way, and it made the rooms really special.
I love your memory tree and miss mine, which will stay in boxes again this year. Love, Lizardmom


"what if they broke my memories".... I love that. And I loved this post... for the first time this month, I really felt Christmas sinking into my bones. I can smell the cookies, the pine needles, feel the soft glow, the magic. Thank you! I needed that.

with so much adoraton, Wee xoxo

christmas at your house must be like a fairy tale! *sighs and envies*

i love the tradition of giving each other ornaments as keepsakes and i wish i had it in my family. that's one of the few things in the american christmas tradition that seems truly genuine and not just commercial.


I am envious, as I haven't really started much Christmas shopping or decorating - I love Christmas as well - at least I have an advent wreath! Christmas must indeed be magical at your house. What I really need to get me in the Christmas spirit are the Christmas books at my parents' house - then I will feel all Christmassy inside!


how much do we love toot and puddle?

We love them very much :)

Christmas where you are sounds lovely. I'm so thrilled that I've given up almost all gift-buying obligations this year. I bought cards two weeks ago and still haven't mailed one. :( I'm feeling like a total Xmas slacker this year...even for me...

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