Christmas is past at last and we have returned to our small abode. Both Mette and Freja have come down with sore throats and grumpiness but for the most part we've enjoyed ourselves. Freja got lots of presents, including a pink bicycle and several DVD's with Winnie the Pooh (her current favourite) and Tom & Jerry (her other current favourites). I got some stuff too, but it was the underwear and socks that made me happy. My expectations have receded greatly over the years and nothing pleases me more now than warm feet and clean linen!
As expected, things were very different without my mother. Christmas eve (which is the most celebrated day of the festivity in Denmark) was particularly surreal. Mette and Bettina (Freja's auntie) had the job of making the christmas dinner and things went well until the end with smoke billowing from both the microwave and the oven and with the fire alarm chiming in and both girls in hysterics. Poor Bettina burned her hand too but in the end their efforts bore fruit and the meal was excellent.
Freja had a regal time, pouncing about playing at being a 'gullit' (crocodile or monster). She 'ate' every one with much growling and yowling, chasing us about with glee. Mormor's cats, Percy, Carlo and Diesel (whom she called Pursus, Cawlo and Deesus) were also treated to hours of loving inspections and the occaisional tail yank. The cats were very gracious about the whole thing (actually Percy is so lazy you could kick him about the room and I doubt he'd react) so no scratches for the Snoos. Mormor is seen below with Freja who is opening presents. The top image is my Dad's Christmas tree from which Freja quickly removed and ate all the chocolates.
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