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.

The winter runs its course.

Dark and cold and wet.

Is there really nothing to look forward to?

Nothing people can gather around and warm themselves by?

Something to rejoice over in the dark times? Apparently not.

But far from here, in a distant, distant past, spikes a small bright spot forth.

Because the Vikings began to meet in the cold time.

To celebrate what they called Christmas.

A party for the gods where you drank, fought and drank something more of the good mead.

Usually more than good was.

They did not have Christmas trees. And no gifts either.

But who can think about that on the following day?

Christmas remains even as the years pass

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

December 6th "Asgard."

Ugh... my head!

I think it'll blow up!

That's how it goes when you don't hold it.

- Hold what-a-nut? - Contain it with Mead.

- It's not something for small pixies. - Oh, Mead. Is that the honey thing? Ugh.

Oh, what really happened?

- Yes, one moment, you were awake and then boing. - Not so loud.

- Oh, here, it helps. - Oh, never anymore Mead.

- And why should I drink it too? - Have you forgotten that?

- We should drink Christmas after all. - Never more Christmas.

- Never? - Oh yes, so maybe once or twice.

So far, you should try and eat something.

- No, nothing down the stomach. No matter what it is. - Otherwise, it is rice porridge.

Well, a single bite you can always squeeze down.

merry Christmas, lovely Christmas,

angels descend into hiding! Christmas, Christmas.

Look, it's not that hard with that word at all.

- Good morning, Mr. Bertramsen. - Good morning.

- Uh, did they look after something? - Nah, yes, that is...

I've brought breakfast bread.

- I hope it doesn't do anything. - Uh, no.

- Not now that they bought it. - I'll put over the coffee.

- Yes. - By the way, do they know what?

All morning I have gone around and said Christmas. Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Christmas.

Completely without problems. Isn't that weird?

That there's nothing to say to.

Now we have found the word in the history.

- We have, so to speak, reintroduced the concept. - Aha.

Unfortunately, there is still no trace of Christmas outside.

No, there's a long way to go.

But we must not give up.

There are only the two of us in the whole country to do something.

They and I, Ms. Brahe. There are no others.

So, now we have an end at least.

Although the Vikings Christmas do not resemble Christmas today.

But how is it today? Oh, it's cozy, but also a little strenuous.

- But all in all... - Boring!

Nah, if it stood to me?

Then we should have much more bang in it.

in the attic sits the pixie, why is he sitting there?

when it's down in the living room the real fun happens

a pixie life is too predictable and sad

even Santa looks like a tourist, nowadays

the white Christmas tunes, cake men and wives are old traditions

but why should Christmas always look like the one we had last?

I want to have some movement in it, song in it, more swing and bang in it

out with the pixie nonsense, out with pixie beer

out with pixie beard, it's filled with moth anyway

I want to get bang in it, a beat in it, and party all day long in it

why should one get bored because it's Christmas?

do like me, make Christmas more cool

small pixie I journeyed, but where did the voyage go?

us pixies always go for a travel, but return home again

why is the hat red, when it could be violet?

why is it pointy, when it could be a cap?

for my sake, you can remove both Christmas tree and star

it is hopelessly outdated,

when I would much rather hear cool music and dance closely

I want to have some movement in it, song in it,

more swing and bang in it

out with the pixie nonsense, out with pixie beer

out with pixie beard, it's filled with moth anyway

I want to get bang in it, a beat in it,

and party all day long in it

why should one get bored because it's Christmas?

do like me, make Christmas more cool

the Christmas we have today is pacing

out there all in too low in gear

I step the nail all the way down while I say

I want to have some movement in it, song in it,

more swing and bang in it

out with the pixie nonsense, out with pixie beer

out with pixie beard, it's filled with moth anyway

I want to get bang in it, a beat in it,

and party all day long in it

why should one get bored because it's Christmas?

do like me, make Christmas more cool.

That Christmas... I'm all in for that.

By the way, it's like the word 'Christmas' finally rings a bell to me.

- Of course, after my song! - Yeah, but also before that.

It was like a spark.

Excellent. Maybe your memory is just as quietly returning.

Was there anything else from yesterday that seemed familiar?

No, unfortunately. Except for that with Christmas, that is.

- I really would like to know what I am for one. - Yes, who knows?

Perhaps you're a goddess.

- We'll find out today. - How is that?

After all, Harald Hairfair told that at Christmas, they sacrificed to Odin, Njord, and Frey.

- I thought we might visit them. - Can you do that?

Of course you can. No case. We just have to...

How is it that we do, Gutenborg?

We do as we usually do.

We just need to get hold of the Icelandic manuscripts.

Those that are still in the archives.

- The rest is sent to Iceland. - Awesome enough. We pick them up, right Freya?

- Good, good. Here's the card, but now no hanky-panky. - Aye, aye, sir.

Aye, aye, sir.

Cool Christmas.

- Can we get up there? - Easily.

Yes. Yes, like that. Come up, Upsy, there. Hey. Just wait a little.

Tell me, doesn't this smell... rice porridge?

I can't smell anything.

My nose is never wrong.

And my stomach doesn't do at all. Well, wait. Gutenborg said no hanky-panky.

Yes, yes. But he didn't say anything about rice porridge.

Hey, be careful. Someone is coming.

Hmm. So much for pixies. Well.

What did I say? Rice porridge!

Hey. What is she doing? Then hold up!

You can't.

- Look, Bertramsen. Almost all the porridge is gone. - No, Really?

- Then maybe there really are pixies. - Well. Who knows?

Where did I now do of my notes?

- There, I think I put them inside the bin. - The paper bin?

- Yes, I am getting more and more... - No, Bertramsen. No, let me.

Yes, what else do you have a secretary for?

She's gone now, Pyrus.

- Pyrus, where are you? - Here!

Such a chance I never let go from me. Uh oh.

Oh no, no, no!

No, I can't...

I can't walk around in these clothes.

Also, be glad I had something extra at all.

It comes from being such a candy mouth.

Well, I have to see now. Jotunheim, Vannerheim, Midgard. There we start. Are you ready?

- I hope there are not any gods. - Why not?

- You otherwise look divine. - So.

Anorium, stellarium, Kvisito, caloric, acceleratum, deceleratum. BUM!

Oh, where is here beautiful. It's almost unreal.

Well, we're not in the real world either.

- Well no, we're in the story after all. - Not just in the story.

- This time we are in a myth. - A God-myth.

- Well, is it here the gods live? - They are called the Aesir.

They don't live here, no.

This is the Midgard, where the people live. The Aesir live far out there.

A place called Asgard.

Well how do we get over there?

Well with the help of the bridge, of course.

- Well, see it's the one we have there. - Stop!