Archives For 12 days of christmas blogging

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Day 11. What was your favorite childhood Christmas present?

I got him in the summer of 2005, but he was intended to be a Christmas present ♥ He is now 11 and a half years old and I love him so much.

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Day 12. What are you grateful for this Christmas?

I am grateful for the support from my friends and family, I’m grateful that i have a home to celebrate Christmas in. I’m grateful for everything my grandmother did for us before passing away. I’m grateful for you guys who are always here.. Thank you. I could probably continue writing forever, but that wouldn’t be much fun to read at all!

What are you grateful for this Christmas?

 

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Day 9. Who will be sitting with you for Christmas dinner?

This year we won’t be many at all. After my Grandmothers passing we’re down by one, my brother is celebrating with his Fiance’s family and everyone else in our family are having their own celebrations. So we are just going to be my mother, my father, my sister and I. And our three cats, of course. A small party but I guess it’s enough, I’m working every day from Christmas Eve until New Years anyways.

Day 10. Favorite Christmas movie or song.

I’m just going to share my all time favorite Christmas song. Plus one that i find interesting, its not really a Christmas song but it’s so obscure and weird.

Chris Rea – Driving home for Christmas

Bilgeri – Silver bell

What is your favorite Christmas song?

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Day 8. Share a local Christmas tradition in your town or country

Well.. the first thing that comes to mind is one that happens about a week before Christmas, in Norwegian it is called Nissefest or Juletrefest. Everyone gathers at the community center and they serve rice pudding with cinnamon, sugar and butter for free. This is something that is arranged mainly for the children, because after everyone finishes eating, they sing Christmas songs, hold hands while walking around a massive Christmas tree and after that someone dressed as Santa shows up to hand out bags of candy to the children.

I really enjoyed this when i was younger and i wish it was possible to participate still as an adult. But since i don’t have children of my own, i would just go for the free rice pudding and that’s not as fun. I will definitely participate if i have any children one day though!

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The image is borrowed from google, but that’s pretty much how it was, holding hands and singing Christmas songs while walking around the tree!

Does your town/country have any particular traditions?

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Sorry for the delay in posts, my grandmother passed away recently and i needed some time off.

Day 6. Share a fond childhood Christmas memory

I think the only thing i remember about Christmas when i was younger was celebrating it with my grandparents. They have both sadly passed away now so we cannot ever celebrate it with them again, but the memories are still as strong.

We would all gather in their old house, decorate the Christmas tree, stuff all of our gifts under it and then watch cartoons until it was time to eat. Then we would listen to stories told by my grandfather, they could be about anything. Then we had dessert, opened presents and just spent time together until it was time for bed.

Day 7. A photo day, share some Christmas pictures, past or present.

I don’t have any pictures from previous Christmas celebrations, and this years’ hasn’t happened yet, so have some Christmas-ish pictures instead!

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Day 4. Share a Christmas story or write one of your own.

I’ll share my favorite story, The little match girl by Hans Christian Andersen.

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Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening– the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.

One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.

She crept along trembling with cold and hunger–a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!

The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year’s Eve; yes, of that she thought.

In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.

Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. “Rischt!” how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but–the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.

She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when–the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant’s house.

Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when–the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.

“Someone is just dead!” said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.

She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.

“Grandmother!” cried the little one. “Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!” And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety–they were with God.

But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall–frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. “She wanted to warm herself,” people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.

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What is your favorite Christmas story?