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antisoppist at 01:37pm on 05/12/2025 under advent 2025On Christmas Eve morning I woke up early and ran down to the kitchen in my nightie to see if it was still untidy. But instead it was beautiful! There were new rag carpets on the floor; there was red and green and white curled tissue paper round the iron pole by the stove; there was a Christmas cloth on the big folding table; and all the copper kettles were polished. I was so happy that I gave Mother a big hug. Lars and Pip came rushing in right after me, and Lars said that even his stomach felt Christmassy when he saw the rag carpets.
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When we got home Lars and Pip and I decorated our tree. Father helped us. We got the red apples that we were going to use on the tree out of the attic, and then we hung some of our ginger snaps on it. We put raisins and nuts in the Christmas baskets we had made of coloured paper. We also hung up the cotton angels that Mother had used on her tree when she was little – and then, of course, a lot of flags and candles and sweets. The tree looked very pretty when it was finished!
Then it was time to “dip in the pot”. Mother have us large slices of rye bread that Agda had baked, and we dipped them in the broth that the ham had cooked in. It was very good. Then there was nothing to do but WAIT. Lars said that times like those hours in the afternoon of Christmas Eve, when you don’t do anything but wait and wait, are the kind of things people get grey hairs from. We waited and waited and waited, and from time to time I went to the mirror to see if I had any grey hairs yet. But strangely enough, my hair was just as yellow as ever. Pip hit the clock now and then, because he thought that it had stopped.
When it got dark, it was time at last to take our presents over to North Farm and South Farm. You can’t do that when it’s light because it wouldn’t be exciting at all. Lars and Pip and I out on our red Santa Claus caps and Lars took the Santa Claus mask that he was going to wear later in the evening. (It’s Lars who is Santa Claus at our house nowadays. When I was little I thought that there was a real Santa Claus, but I don’t think so any more.) Then we took our packages and slipped out into the dark. The sky was full of stars. I looked towards the forest, standing so dark and still, and imagines that perhaps there was a real Santa Claus living there who soon would come, pulling a sled loaded with Christmas presents. I almost wished that it were true.
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antisoppist at 01:35pm on 04/12/2025 under advent 2025We were to have a superb dinner, consisting of a leg of pickled pork and greens, and a pair of roast stuffed fowls. A handsome mince-pie had been made yesterday morning (which accounted for the mincemeat not being missed) and the pudding was already on the boil. These extensive arrangements occasioned us to be cut off ceremoniously in respect of breakfast; "for I an't," said Mrs Joe, "I an't a going to have no formal cramming and busting and washing up now, with what I've got before me, I promise you!"
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"Mrs Joe," said Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and had that moment come to; "I have brought you, Mum, a bottle of sherry wine - and I have brought you, Mum, a bottle of port wine."
Every Christmas Day he presented himself, as a profound novelty, with exactly the same words, and carrying the two bottles like dumb-bells. Every Christmas Day, Mrs Joe replied, as she now replied, "Oh Un-cle Pum-ble-chook! This IS kind!" Every Christmas Day, he retorted, as he now retorted, "It's no more than your merits. And now are you all bobbish, and how's Sixpence of halfpence?" meaning me.
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