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My glorious Christmas arrives at E4 on the way to Christmas. Then I have incited myself to work messily for weeks to make time to work on all the fictitious Christmas holidays. Behind me is the gift hunt for the perfect holiday gifts. Those who prefer not to be bought at all but always be more than what I promised and imagined. Rarely so well thought out, but always neatly wrapped according to the latest Christmas cuts. The meatballs are rolled, the salmon pickled and the ham ready to be grilled.
In the E4 at 110 plus It’s just me and the road Accompanied by a loud stereo sound, I sing the Christmas holidays with a scalded tongue of tame coffee from the gas station paper cup. In happy harmony with all percussive meadows that have the slightest flake of snow, red mule or star shine over deep forests in them. In a reasonably tolerable tone of respect for the cat trying to whisper sweetly next to him.
We consider acting like the Danes, bandaging when we are standing and bandaging when we are sitting.
Only at the height of Sillekrog and Kat Cunning’s angelic O holy night do I have the feeling of a blessed Christmas. Feel the batteries recharge before family vacations, not automatically becoming as relaxed and wonderful as you imagine them to be. Although everyone is doing their best to achieve a cathartic Christmas peace.
This year it was the opposite before Christmas braver than ever. Even being on a motorway has been rated the worst traffic offense of the year by the Swedish Transport Agency. The celebration itself was conditioned by the government and required a population and minor housing census to be implemented. The issue of mouth protection at the family Christmas table was established globally by WHO. We consider acting like the Danes, bandaging when we are standing and bandaging when we are sitting. He finally agreed that mouth protection is only necessary for any amazing Santa Claus.
Christmas this year was amazing just because it worked. A Christmas reserve that is worth being included in the red list. Our family chef of three managed to get together to spend some nice evergreen days together. I was privileged to muster up enough strength to endure another moment.
The greatest blessing of Christmas is that it has arrived, and it also strengthens my belief that there will be more. Regardless, it always seems to be Christmas at the end. Now looking forward to a slightly better new year.
Read more texts by Jessica Ritzén, such as the kåseriet on the sanctification of the Sabbath.
