Christmas (meaning Santa) has come and gone, and I’m left with some fine memories and finer presents.

We’re at Mormor’s, as we usually are this time of year, with Christmas Eve really beginning in the afternoon. We went down to Auntie Bettan’s to eat dinner, watch the annual Disney Christmas program at 3 o’clock, and wait for the imminent arrival of Santa.

He came at 4 o’clock. He was a tad smaller than I remembered, being about Bettan’s height, though I was unable to compare them because of Bettan’s sudden absence. Santa was very nice, and I thanked him accordingly for each gift I received.

Not long after he departed, when Bettan had come back into the room, we made our way upstairs, and…more presents under our tree!

I was, of course, exulted at the sight, but smiles soon led to tears. You see, there was a definite unfair distribution of presents, as I was given one after another, and so I felt it only right to share my gifts – at least the unwrapping thereof – with my family. Mum, Dad, Mormor and Uncle Jeppa tried to convince me that they did not want to open my presents (madness, I say), and that they would have their own to unwrap. I was still unhappy, so much so that tears fell from my eyes and I became unwilling to open my mound of gifts.

Eventually my sadness subsided, and I began the gargantuan task of unclothing the assorted packages, revealing a multitude of toys and other useful items. Christmas, it seems, truly is a time for giving.