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.

It has become the 11th of December and the whole country warms up for Christmas.

Everywhere, small Dannebrog flags are hanging, reminiscent of the festival approaching.

But still no one buys gifts, and in the streets

there is neither crowded nor alarm.

But rice porridge is still a royal eating, -

and the Royal House would like to see results soon, -

but so far there is not much to raise the flag for, -

until Dannebrog descend and take its place in history and in Christmas.

Christmas begins to take shape,

with all its magic, coziness, get-together and not at least poetry.

Christmas remains even as the years pass

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

December 11th. "Marshall Pyrus."

Christmas this year

Christmas this year, an all time Christmas.

...35.

There you go. Then the history is ajour.

- Now Christmas is no longer an unknown phrase. - Nah, even I know what it is.

And what I don't know, surely Pyrus will tell me.

- Pyrus... Yes, where is he even? - I don't know. He disappeared just after breakfast.

- He was very secretive. - Just as he's not in mischief.

- That he isn't, on the contrary. - I ride on the wings of the thoughts.

Riding on what kind of nut?

On the immortal wings of thought.

I have questioned my heart in hiding, and made it answer through my pen.

Are you sick?

Alas no, alas no. I'm not just a poet.

Poet?

Yes, you haven't...

Bingo!

You've won a double portion porridge with extra buttercream.

Dad has rhymed. When that Valdemar could.

- You're not still thinking about him? - No, of course not.

He is past, literally.

- Now just borrow me the ears. - Loan you the ears?

Yes, the right, left, or both. Now it comes.

Oh, morning, so golden-red.

So sweet, so soft, so... rice porridge.

When you, my heart, sitting with curly hair and curl toes.

There, my lovely heart's dear, that Pyrus is always you near.

Stamp and ink.

After all, the boy is really is a poet.

- Who would have thought that? - It's my true self that shines through.

Well, are we going to visit any kings today?

Yes, we have to move on if it is to be Christmas this year.

But I don't think it will be a king this time.

What then? A prince?

- Or a princess, maybe? - Better than that.

I think we should make a visit to the Queen.

- Queen Margaret? - No one less.

A personal letter written by hand.

Incredible. What is she writing?

She writes that she has read the -

first part of my report with interest. Great interest.

She is also historically interested.

Pleases over the thoroughness we are laying down

and looking forward to receive something more.

We will be busy, Ms Brahe, very busy.

Think, a personal letter from the queen.

There is more. As she considers the project to be of -

the utmost importance, she has requested the -

ministry to provide us with all the help they can.

Well God. Well Bertramsen, what's wrong?

Bertramsen, are you sick was it too much for them?

- Where does it hurt? - Right here.

I can feel the Knight's Cross sticking through the buttonhole.

Bertramsen.

What kind of a queen will we visit?

- Queen Margaret, actually. - Queen Margaret?

- Daisy itself as such? - No, she's probably too busy.

We settle for the Widow Queen, Margaret Springhorse.

Spring horse? It was a strange name.

Why is she called that?

Yes, who knows? We can ask her ourselves.

Hold on.

Anorium, stellarium, quisidio, caloric, acceleratum, deceleratum.

BUM!

Eric? Eric, where are you?

Will you immediately make yourself known or you'll have to deal with me!

Eric? Where are you?

You dirty little rad!

Ouch!

I don't know what spring horse means, -

but it fits her nicely.

It is surely her, and it seems she can't find the king.

The king? But, it looks like a children's room.

Yes, it is the king's room.

He is now also only ten to eleven years old.

Eric Klipping he is called.

Ten years? And already king?

Eric, I'll twist your neck.

Who are you?

We come from a long way away...

I didn't say where. I said who?

We are the toy makers they have ordered.

Toy makers, did I?

Yes, I may have.

Christmas is approaching.

- Christmas? - Yes, God better it.

And then it is customary in finer circles

to give your children a little pres nt on that occasion.

A pre... What kind of a nut?

A Christmas gift, there's a prize.

A Christmas gift?

Bingo, Margaret!

You've come to the right one, or closer, the right one has come to you.

Say forth. What should it be?

However, it is a peculiar language.

Hm... But as you can see, there is not the toy that the king has not destroyed.

So, what should a poor mother think of nowadays?

Well, let me see now, let me see now.

A 10-11 year old... had it been today, and a human boy, he probably would wish a...

- computer. - Computer?

- In the 12th century? - Yes.

Or something in that direction.

And what is that?

Have no idea.

- It came with a messenger a moment ago. - Then we must look at it.

Can I see... It looks like a television.

It's not a television. It's a computer.

A computer? It must have come by mistake.

There is a letter from the ministry.

Well, let me see here.

At the request of the Royal House, we gladly ship...

Since you are required to use...

Then, it is to us. No, how wonderful.

I don't want that stuff in my home!

- ... On my office. - Well, why not?

- It should be so smart. - Smart?

What on earth should be smart with such a thing?

No, pen and ink, I have always used that, -

and I intend to do that in the future.

At the request of the Royal House...

Well, I have no idea how to use such a monster-thing.

- Do you? - Yes.

I once got a course, such a ten-minute time.

But if we tried together...

As if I don't have enough to fight with.

What can such a thing can do at all?

It can calculate, put together, subtract...

Strangely. It's probably a fun toy.

Do you call that a toy?

Yes, it was the closest I could get computer.

- Well, I think it's nice. - It's not just nice, it's fun and educational.

It's a real gift for a king.

I wonder if the king thinks so too.

No, Eric!

How is it you're looking?

Have you been out in that barn again?

I have told you, I do not want you to play in that barn.

Well, it was Stig...

By Satan's...

Not with that little hoodlum to Stig Andersen (White).

It's not a company for a king.

I do like him. When I get big I will make him my Marshall.

Marshall Stig Andersen? Well, are you not well kept, child?

- You will regret it! - You surely must say that.

If the rumor speaks true, then it was him who killed the king.

Or kills him in 16 years.

Oh no, we have to warn him.

What are you standing and whispering about?

Warn who?

Warn King Eric against him, Stig.

Well, that's what I say.

There you can see that I am not alone about it.

So, why don't you play with Rane Jonsen?

After all, it's a different sweet and well-mannered boy.

- Yes, but unfortunately not much better. - Well, but enough about that.

Now we have to change clothes and then we need something to eat.

And maybe our new guests will eat with.

- Otherwise, no thanks. - Yes, we really would like to.

You can always squeeze a little bite down.

You're talking funny. What's your name?

Pyrus. That's what my mom and dad say at least.

My name is Eric. That's what my mother says at least.

And she also says can we get started?

I don't want to change clothes.

- Then you don't get anything to eat? - I don't want to eat either.

- Then you get no surprise? - I don't want any surprise at all.

Halli, hello, and just a moment.

Are you completely out of it, Eric? We can discuss that with the clothes.

To say no to food, it's moronic.

But saying no to a surprise, it's directly cuckoo in the cap.

Should we then get changed of clothing so we can move on in the program?

- Okay? - If you help me.

Your Majesty's smallest wish is my law.

He speaks strangely, I must say that.