text and images britt-arnhild
Walking through this house makes me imagine I have come to Christmas Fairy Land. Red, green and white, snow covered flowers, a dust of snow on the stone steps.
This house sets us in Christmas mood, and while we are in this state of mind I have a challenge for you. Or rather, one of my blog readers, Mrs Steglich, has. She wrote me this email the other day:
Dear Britt-Arnhild
Here where I live there is no tradition of the advent calendar and therefore I am not able to give my contribution. On the other hand I would suggest a topic for another blog post. What about invite your blog readers to share something else that happened on Christmas Eve. It can besomething funny, sad, touching. Something has made that day memorable for some reason.
My suggestion is not without reason because I myself have a memory I'd like to share with everyone.
Have a blessed day.
I remember one "the night before Christmas". I must have been 10 or 11. We had decorated the tree, I, my parents and my two brothers (Torodd was not born yet). I had gone to bed, slept a little but then woke again. The house was dark and quiet. Filled with anticipation I was unable to sleep again. My parents and my two brothers had their bedrooms upstairs on the first floor, mine was on the groud floor. There was also the kitchen, the diningroom and the bathroom. I needed to go to the bathroom, but didn´t get that far. The diningroom table was moved away, so were the chairs, and on the floor was a huge miniature railway, ready with tracks, a small village, a mountain, tunnels, people.......and everything. The best Christmas present ever for my brothers and me.
I crept back to bed and dreamed about our new toy!
