Swedish Christmas

I have just returned from three magical days at Göran and Siv's (Niklas's parents) holiday house, along with Marianne, Niklas, Josephine and Alex and some extended family. There wasn't a lot of snow, but it was definitely a white Christmas, my first. The house is a very old cottage in the woods, small and very cosy.



I was given the honour of being Santa Claus on Christmas Eve (maybe because no-one else wanted to do it?) Swedish Christmas presents all have poetry written on the tags, which must be read out, a task which called for the special skills of the Head Elf.



We went to candlelit midnight mass at the church in the village, then out for a walk to an ancient hill fort on Christmas day.



My thanks to everyone, especially Göran and Siv, for a wonderful Swedish Christmas.