Preparing for Jul, part II

Little did it know, the tree that found itself on the North Pole (or thereabouts), that our house would be it´s final destination.


Purchasing (we had to rush to get it, as there was a limited number of trees) ...


... transporting it home (on the spark - now, what´s the English word for that contraption?)...


... shoving it into the living-room -


and decorating it. Not nearly finished yet - we´re creating the decorations on a day-to-day basis.


But listen: every christmas I marvel at the weirdness of the whole tree-thing - dragging a pine-tree into the house and decorating it?! What kind of strange ritual is this? The crib that they have in southern Europe has some logic to it - but a tree? To make it even weirder - this tree was grown somewhere on the mainland, and shipped across the Barenz sea to a desolate island near the north pole. We should have made our own, like they did in the old days.

I´m sorry, the above was an untimely lapse into practicality. Christmas does not, after all, make sense. To get back in spirit - here´s one from the school. Aren´t they lovely?