Pyrus: The Greatest Christmas (Alletiders Jul)

Times pass

times shall come

time that was, is time that is passed

even tomorrow, time will be over

it's going to be Christmas

christmas is over

the one this year will probably be more fun, than the many we've had

and that's because Christmas is old and christmas is new

christmas is never the same

christmas is like a morning dawn

a new painting in an ancient frame

Christmas remains even as the years pass

therefore, we know we will have an all-time Christmas this year.

Just as quietly.

Quite imperceptibly, and without anyone thinking closer about it,

Christmas begins to return to the cityscape.

Admittedly, for the time being, it is only as small, discreet decorations.

A star on the wall or flowers on the counter.

Spruce there's still nothing of.

And no pixies either.

Except for the living of course.

Very living.

And flyingly.

The humans are also not on the lazy side.

Although not everyone is what they appear to.

And even if a box can contain a little of everything.

A child was born in Bethlehem. And the Christmas spark is radiating.

But who can think of that when one's beloved hat has disappeared?

Christmas remains even as the years pass

therefore, we know we will have an all-time Christmas this year.

December 9th "Christmas Holidays"

Christmas this year

an all time Christmas.

I can't see it.

Are you sure you had it on in there?

Completely sure.

It is not only the coolest hat I had, but also the only one.

Let's just try with this.

What is that?

It's a periscope.

Specially adapted to the hatch here.

With that you can better look around corners.

Now let's see.

No, there's nothing there.

Yes! Well spotted.

After all, there we have calories.

Forget about calories.

What about my hat?

Well, that's the one I'm talking about.

See for yourself.

Hey, there it is.

Oh, my beloved hat.

They hung it up on the wall opposite.

No, no.

After all, the periscope looks towards yourself.

It hangs on the wall here just below our feet.

Oh, my beloved cap.

How do we actually get hold of it?

Okay.

A little further down.

And then to the right.

Well, no, it's mirrored.

It's the other way.

And a little down... careful!

And a little up.

Right. Up.

Yes, now you have it.

And then gently up.

Oh, my lovely, warm cap.

How I missed it.

My brain gets smaller in this cold.

Is that really possible?

Hey, Guttenborg.

You said something funny.

Oy, what is that now?

It is stuck.

Yes, it is stuck on the nail.

Stay where you are.

Oh, Miss Brahe.

Just a moment.

What in blazes were that?

Aw, no matter.

Now I'm here.

Miss Brahe? Hello?

Miss Brahe?

Am I getting crazy?

There it is again.

Am I hearing wrong?

Hello?

Now I hear voices too.

Oh, Bertramsen, it's me.

Miss Brahe.

I didn't think they were there at all.

Well, I was surely.

I've brought some Christmas decorations.

Well then, where did they get hold of that?

I have made that myself.

Last night.

Do you know what? I thought we could hang it over there next to the little...

But... it's gone.

Yes, it is.

That's what I said.

We have a long way yet.

There we tricked them. Give me five.

Give you five what?

Yes, five fingers of course.

Should I give you five fingers?

- No, you have to hit me in my hand. - Beat you?

Well, why on earth should I beat you?

Forget it, you old. Forget it.

I've got my hat.

Well, should we see where that rice is hiding?

'... who resided in small village societies.'

'Paid corn in servitude to the king.'

'Began building churches of stone.'

No, I really don't recollect anything.

Nothing I remember.

Not as much as a single little thing.

who am I? where do I come from?

and where do I belong?

who has invented me? Who controls that game?

am I free or farmer?

do I decide for myself what I want?

who am I? Where do I come from?

and where am I going to?

will I ever become someone again?

is there nobody missing a girl, who misses a friend?

I can be the duchy, noble and fine

I can be a beggar woman,

I can be a laughing stock,

I can be a grocery daughter,

I can be a word,

written by a young novelist, I don't remember a thing

who am I? Where do I come from?

and what does it end up with?

where do I have at home? Where is that place?

is it beautiful, or is it ugly?

is it nice, are there war or peace? Who am I? Who are we?

who decides what time we live in? Who am I? Who is who?

who can show me how I find home?

I can be a princess, robber or thief.

I can be baroness, I can be a lie.

I can be a goddess,

I can pace in ring,

I can be hard to find, I remember nothing

who am I? Who am I?

Don't worry, my girl.

We'll surely figure it out.

Who knows? Maybe already today.

Yeah, we have to go on another trip in a moment.

- No, you've got your cap again. - Bingo!

10 points for the young lady with the licorice confetti.

I have no licorice confetti.

Now you do.

We found it inside the closet next to the rice.

Thanks.

But what was it with a trip?

- Where to? - Into the history.

Specifically...

Where, Guttenborg?

1157.

No, it is only 1135.

Excuse me? I mean the year 1157.

This is where we need to continue with our search for Christmas.

Well, like that.

Well, what is so special about 1157?

Yes, see, in 1157 Valdemar, the Great became sole king ruler.

And before that time, you could hardly spit for all the kings there.

There were both Sweyn and Canute.

- Sweyn, Canute, and Valdemar? - Yes.

Well, I know them well.

I have once been in an amateur performance, they understand.

I had a solo song.

Where that sounds nice.

But do they understand the main thing... I actually think I still remember it.

Want to hear it?

Well, ms Brahe, do they think we have time to...

Nonsense and baloney, it's history, right?

So, now they have to imagine them that this is Vordingborg Castle.

And I, I'm almost such a kind of troubadour.

Yes.

it was Sweyn, it was Canute, it was Valdemar

they were born the same year

they were the son of each their own king's father

although Valdemar lived in dire straits

Sweyn, Canute, Valdemar!

hip hurray

although Valdemar lived in dire straits

it was Sweyn, it was Canute, it was Valdemar

they were friends for life

until Sweyn chose not to be

said Valdemar and Canute has to die

Sweyn, Canute, Valdemar!

hip hurray

Valdemar and Canute has to die

come hither, come hither

said Sweyn to Valdemar and Canute

come hither, come hither

I'll prepare the guest table

but alas, but alas