The yuletide season here in Norway is magical and starts on the 24th of December. We dress in traditional National Dress (Bunad), and after our feast, hold hands and sing and dance around the xmas tree. It is like living in Whoville but without the Grinch.
Mrs. Beaverboosh and I have not started a family yet, so it is principally an adult affair, sans any little shits. Don't get me wrong, I love children, though I couldn't eat a whole one.
New Year's Eve is especially exciting as thousands of totally pissed members of the public ignite industrial military grade fireworks at the stroke of 12. These weapons are unavailable in any other country I have visited but to professionals. Here you buy them in the corner shop.
We are in the mountains, on a ski hill, so positioning before midnight is always tricky. It's like being in a firefight in Iraq... with snow, champagne and lots of hugging and kissing, ... and some falling over... and the occasional 3rd degree flesh wound or loss of sight!
It's all very merry, really!
Only 4 more days to the 5th and our 12 days of xmas will be over for another year. I am hoping the brewery will dispatch their man promptly to disconnect the apparatus.
Here is hoping that 2008 is your best year ever!
Beaverboosh
