today is the day when you can wish your guinea pigs, you a beige pug or a number of potential walking sticks, christmas. Yes, it is, or was, at least, before the Tomasdagen, I will read to myself.
It is he, Thomas, who has name day today. It is a day when not only the animals, would be a good christmas greeting, but the man according to the law, is also able to terminate the farmers and tenants, and, mind you, even the mice and the rats. How is the recent acknowledgment that the request is shrouded in mystery.
on The 21st of december was the christmas feeling descend all over the country. So much christmas spirit seems to no longer appear in the dan-by dan prior / dan-before-you-dopparedan, and it did certainly not have in the past. Then of course there is the big christmas preparations are in full swing, with the grisslakt, candle making, baking, bykning of the laundry and brewing beer.
one farmer habits and practices are remote from where I stand in the middle of the christmas rush at one of the city’s major department stores.
I’m yllekappssvettig, line to make a purchase parts on your own, the packets will be turned in and to the goods to be replaced. I have a packet of candles in his hand, and in order to escape from the jultapetserade the background music gives out the tanks on the couch.
and Right then and there, in the moment, and the trade, the thing that strikes me is how quickly the present becomes the past, how quickly the ”do” became ”did”. In a flashback, father, through your brain, The old, fasterns step through the klocktickande of the rooms on the South side.
She rushed into the living room where there is newspaper spread over the vast carpet, and offered the piece of string between the two ryggvända chairs, hanging in rows by the light of day. It is a beautiful, large, white, grenljus, long, simple, light, and very little red light, that she is going to sew on to the christmas cards this year.
as the strict nurse who served for a period of time during the winter, the light, along with the hyreshusets all of the children.
Every christmas, she also has its own christmas sausage with a recipe that she got from her mother, my great-grandmother, Augusta. Augusta was born in 1800, she was married to the fourteen-year legacy of Alfred, who suddenly died of an asthma attack, and submitted to Augusta, left alone with four children. How did she interact with the light, and making a christmas sausage in time, I think before I was awakened out of the question.
” Are you a member of?
I nod, pay, take my candle and go out in the decembergrå the rain. I sneddar of nice restaurants and meet a tail wagging the wire-haired dachshund. It would have been Tomasdagen, I wished it a merry christmas.
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