We stand there like a Christmas tree, strong, tall, bright and joyful. Then it all starts.

In Sweden we hand out all presents on Christmas eve and we get to see Santa handing them out in person! Well that’s everyone except all dads that for some strange reason all go out to buy the newspaper, or nowadays go to the basement to fix the WiFi. Being a dad I now own a fair share of newspapers, hoo, hoo. Poor Santa soon has to rush off to the Anglo Saxon world. Squeeze through an old chimney and put presents in old, hopefully washed, socks for Christmas Day morning.

Luckily we gave him some real dark Christmas brew and one or two schnaps before he went off. Now both he and Rudolph has a red nose lighting up the night as he flies with super sonic speed over the skies.

Wonder if he feels like the bottle in this last picture after Christmas? I know I do!

Don’t forget why, ha de Gött and Merry Christmas!