
Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you’re having a lazy holiday, wherever you all are.
Finally, we have some time to breathe after all the baking, cooking, eating and present opening ceremonies…
Grandma Ulla came a few days before Christmas. A big change from her last visit during summertime was that Felix now calls her “Mamo” instead of “Aya”. Much closer to “Farmor”(Grandma) and a big development
One part of the preparations consisted of creating little snowmen and tomte figures that were put in the windows. Thanks, Henny and Oliver!
A few days before Christmas Eve we thought this was going to be a white Christmas. But on the 24:th most of it had melted away. And today it’s 11 degrees plus. Not that Christmassy, but comfortable in a way, not having to shovel snow everyday.

While Ulla and the kids were playing they found a cardboard box from the old family house in Washington, full of dad’s and his brother’s old toys. One of them was this wonderful, huge teddybear called Max. The kids are taking really good care of him until you will finally be able to hug him again this summer, Oliver

On the 24:th it was time for the traditionally enormous Christmas meal. Grandma Anne was here, as was of course Ulla and Grandpa Harald and my brother Per.

The lengthy eating feast isn’t that child friendly, as you know. So while we were singing our drinking songs, Felix just fell asleep in Grandma Anne’s lap.

And Joanna thought our singing needed some variety. So she took out a song book and entertained us with some Christmas songs…

And then she rested a while with Uncle Per, eagerly waiting for Santa. Whom she doesn’t believe in, but still… she did believe in the Christmas presents she saw under the Christmas tree.

When dad finally lit the candles in the tree it was a long awaited moment for her, at least. While I thought more about the fire risk.

And then, suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. Santa had arrived! Felix wasn’t too scared. Joanna was inquisitively studying Santa’s boots and voice and later on commented on the fact that his boots were very similar to Uncle Per’s. And his voice too. So sad her uncle had to runt to the store and buy lemonade at exactly that moment …
