It was dark, only the thousand candles illuminated the night and everyone seemed to be in the festive mood. When mom laid the candle on the grave, I said, as I usually do; "There are grandma and grandpa, resting in the bosom of the Earth."
There was absolutely no snow on the earth, but I didn't care. As long as it's Christmas, those kind of trivial things won't matter, and besides, I like the grey and bleak weather. It appeals to me rather more than snow. While I miss the winters of my early years, I also like it when I or anybody else don't have to trudge knee- deep in snow or slip on ice, and there won't be power outages or trains arriving late and all around a complete chaos when it snows.
After having the Christmas feast and my parents enjoying a cup of coffee and mince pies, we distributed the gifts.
My dad got the biggest haul. I got only four presents, but I don't mind as it's quality over quantity.
# The book Hytti nro. 6 (Cabin number 6) by Rosa Liksom
# Calendar for the year 2012 as illustrated by the Dutch artist and environmental campaigner Marjolein Bastin
# Pair of off- white pajamas with a pattern of either owls or penguins, I'm not sure
# Three small BodyShop bodybutter jars; moringa, shea and wild cherry.
I have to take a dump time after time because I have been stuffing my face between meals; ginger snaps, mince pies, chocolate and so on.
I started a new diary.
I wish you all a merry Christmas, wherever you are.