Post by BATouttaheck on Dec 8, 2017 16:49:27 GMT
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That Father Christmas sounds like an improvement over the chimney climbing dealy here.
We lived in a chimney-less apartment and no one could ever properly explain how Santa entered.
My dad come over from Sweden when he was about four so he never experienced the Scan-da-hoovin (that's the way he always said Scandanavian) Christmas traditions.
We ate Julekage from the local deli every year and that awful goat's milk cheese ... Yea-toost is what the name sounded like.
He wasn't really "in-to" Christmas and one year when he refused to go to a relative's house for the day, he had a meal of canned meatballs made from reindeer. I think they were from Norway.
That Father Christmas sounds like an improvement over the chimney climbing dealy here.
We lived in a chimney-less apartment and no one could ever properly explain how Santa entered.
My dad come over from Sweden when he was about four so he never experienced the Scan-da-hoovin (that's the way he always said Scandanavian) Christmas traditions.
We ate Julekage from the local deli every year and that awful goat's milk cheese ... Yea-toost is what the name sounded like.
He wasn't really "in-to" Christmas and one year when he refused to go to a relative's house for the day, he had a meal of canned meatballs made from reindeer. I think they were from Norway.