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.

What's more Christmas than the big, thick,

happy, smiling, generous, child loving Santa?

Once he first appears in the cityscape,

there is no longer any doubt.

Christmas is near.

Then, in fact, all that is missing is... just everything else.

Now it's also time to get cleaned up. And aired out.

So the living rooms can smell of the most beautiful baked goods.

The time has also come to practice.

... In pleasing each other.

While it may well be a strenuous time.

But relaxation has to wait. Because Christmas is not waiting.

And if you do not know advice yourself, you have to get it from the one who does.

Christmas remains even as the years pass

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

December 15th. "Christmas May."

Christmas this year, an all-time Christmas.

Pyrus.

- Wake up. - Where is Freya?

She's sleeping sweetly.

No longer. Good morning.

Good morning. How's it going?

Very good. What happened?

You lay there on the floor when we got back.

Oh yeah. I got a little dizzy.

What now?

Do you feel a little pale or something?

No. Just tired.

I would like to be lying here today.

On the contrary. You have to get up, the sooner, the better,

- and into the nearest book. - Oh no.

I do not have the energy to travel anywhere.

Can't she just be allowed to stay laying if she wants to?

Well, that's exactly what she must not do.

I mean, so far it has gone well, but

why did you suddenly get dizzy yesterday?

I don't know.

Maybe it was because you stayed home when Pyrus and I left.

I'm not quite sure but I have a feeling

that you pick up your strength from the books.

Although we still have not found the book from which you originate.

- Do you really think so? - After all, it's only a theory.

And there is only one way to get it tested.

- You have to get into a book. - Yes.

Yes, if you say so. But can't we go to a place

where there is peaceful?

Excellent. I am investigating the matter.

Don't worry.

We'll find a place that is so peaceful that you fall asleep if you think about it.

Have you sat there and slept all night?

Yes, I have.

You didn't have to, but thank you anyway.

Well, that's nothing. I am very trained in sleeping sitting.

Yes, I learned that in the pixie school.

Tell me about yesterday.

Did you meet anyone exciting?

Sure did!

Are you sitting well?

So here we come.

Right into a castle.

And who shed my eye?

Bertramsen?

Birger?

That was strange?

He's probably just out in the archives.

There.

Oh, is that the little Josefine?

Has she been a good girl this year?

Birger, you sure did startle me.

What do you say? Santa Claus himself.

I found him last night on the Inventory chart from Christian, the first's time.

Yes, back then he was called Saint Nikolaus.

But Santa, it sure is.

No, how great, that is.

- Then we just lack a chimney. - Well, he can find that, himself.

Nah, we still have many traditions that need to be in place.

- But it shall succeed. - Yes before we know it,

then Christmas is back in place again.

Neat, finished, and straight to celebrate.

Just as one usually do.

Yes, unless there are some little things we want to change.

Birger!

Well, we agree that it is not all about Christmas that is pure happiness.

Nah, think if you could move it 100 years back.

Well wouldn't that be cheating?

Yes, but it wouldn't be so bad.

in the old days, the roast pork tasted more salty

in the old days, the roast duck smelled more like bird

and the tree was a little greener

and the star was a little prettier

and the snow dropped down and put herb and bush into hiding

in the old days, a pixie hat was more red

in the old days, a small piece of fried twist was both big and crispy

and the hearts were rounder, and the prunes were healthier

and there was like more rice in our rice porridge

nowadays you get Christmas crunch that are wrapped in plastic,

and a duck served from a microwave, our porridge is imported, our pork is vaccinated,

and my Christmas tree has grown in a greenhouse far from the forest

if I remember correctly, Christmas wasn't nearly as hollow

in the good old days, there was Christmas more Christmas

in the old days, people would go on visits and got mead mulled wine

and warm honey hearts cost nothing per piece

and the ovens were running, and horses in front of the carriages

and whomever came as a guest got Christmas cakes and Christmas brew

in the old days, the chimney were cozy and warm

and there were always lights lit in every window sill

and even though they were worn out, no one were particularly stressed

on the street there was like more congestion, than alarm

nowadays there is a rush and shoving

in an over crowded, super-efficient, well-located department store

you are being rushed, everything is overly checked

from the sausage to the overstimulating music that encourages purchase

if I remember correctly, Christmas wasn't nearly as hollow

in the good old days, there was Christmas more Christmas.

Where is it we're going? Is it far?

Long and long... I had thought we should

take a trip to Soenderborg.

Soenderborg, it is in Jutland, doesn't it?

In Southern Jutland, or more precisely on the island of Als.

Pyrus, you support Freya.

But now, it is peaceful?

Don't worry. With him we visit today,

there is more than peaceful. Come!

If this is peaceful, then I'm glad I won't listen when it's quiet.

I really don't understand it.

They hate it! They hate it!

Nah, isn't that Guttenborg?

Come in my arms!

Good old Guttenborg, it's been long, huh?

And you've brought the kids with, I see?

It is now only my apprentice.

Has the wizard got an apprentice?

Congratulations, young man!

Now pay mind that you are behaving.

Listen to what Master Guttenborg says, right?

- Yes, yes, of course. - Yes, yes, of course.

Seen the likes of a liar, huh?

Shouldn't the one bad boy know the other, huh?

I can see it in those eyes. Rather fun and trouble than learning, huh?

Yes, yes, that's how I had it too, and see where it led me.

- My own private prison. - Prison?

Yes, you see... King Christian, the 2nd here was

locked away by King Frederic, the 1st. Now, however, the king is called Christian the Third.

But his namesake is still here.

No, how strict.

So, old friend, not any ill words of the king.

You know, he couldn't let me go, even if he wanted to.

Besides, I get out in 49.

Well, have they promised you that?

Nah, your teacher has told me that.

I didn't think we were allowed to.

No, not really, but 17 years is a terribly long

time to sit in prison, so...

Besides, we had shared a good jar of port wine, as far as I remember, huh?

But listen, what became of the young lady?

Yes, she is unfortunately a bit unwell today.

Oh, golly. Well, let me hear what is up?

I have learned a few small tricks from Mother Sigbrit.

By who's mother?

Mother Sigbrit, who is the mother to Dyveke.

Well yes, how stupid I am.

Well, I could have told myself too, Dyveke. Who is she, then?

Dyveke, the nicest woman who has put her adorable feet on the ground.

Now she is unfortunately in paradise.

In paradise? No, I don't think so.

Yes, I certainly do not hope,

because I have looked forward to meeting her again... down there.

Who says you end up there?

Oh, you're a friendly man, old friend.

But frankly, the Stockholm bloodbath sealed my death sentence.

No, I have long since earned the eternal fire.

But now back to the patient.

Where does it hurt, my pretty?

Boop, Boop, Boop, Boop, Boop, Boop, Boop, Boop.

Ah! Ha, ha, ha!

Miss Brahe! Miss Brahe!

Josefine!

Birger, what's going on?

I think it's something with my back.

It... it's stuck.

Well, have you've got witch shot? (lumbago.) Let me help you a little.

- I can't, carefully. - Yes.

Gently.

- Slowly, slowly. - Yes.

- I have you. - I can't.

I can't, I can't, I... oh!

Come!