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it's Christmas, so what?

who is happy and why?

does skiing make you happy?

Christmas is as good as it gets

snow and sleat, and sip and slush

so we look forward till it is over

everything goes down the hill at breakneck speed

and soon the Christmas pixie is starting to die out, so march

it's pure therapy

it's mass hysteria

we are so sad to mention it, but...

now it's Christmas in the treadmill again

it's Christmas, X-M-A-S

God, how commercial it is

soon, the air will be filled with fraud and trickery

Christmas is, as you know, always is an inconvenience

because it sets the most extreme demands,

but in a time when no one really knows what they want

it is the last straw we can cling to

has it first gotten through your joyous child-like mind,

you'll be mindlessly joyously sick,

then it's Christmas in the treadmill yet again.

CHRISTMAS IN THE OLD THREADMILL.

... More... oh yes...

- Come again! - Yoohoo, Flemming.

- Yes! - Flemming.

- Good morning, Flemming. - Hi Berit.

Do you know what I dreamt? I dreamed that the two of us had medister sausage.

Why do we never get that anymore?

I don't know, Flemming. There are so many things that have changed.

- But maybe there will come a day when we... - Where we get it again?

Yes! Shh, what was that? Can you hear anything?

Nah, not a sound.

I can't either.

Oh Flemming, I think it's snowing.

There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow.

Do you think it's snowing?

Well, it was terrible.

See Flemming.

All the many light snowflakes

that settle on field and paths.

Oh you, before you look around, they sneak in and block the entire driveway.

Can you just go out and take it away before

the mailman comes and slips, and breaks his arm.

Av, my arm.

Ouch, ouch, ouch.

Now they have to see if they want to carry the Christmas. There.

Then I have a nasty one for them, from my insurance company.

And I also have a little greeting from the

credit union, on the occasion of the birthday.

- Damn... - ... Bingo.

And should we do something about those black footprints.

They look terrible.

The whole neighborhood has started talking about you.

If you want to listen to good advice, I think you should move.

- Where should we move to? - Just over there.

The mail has to go out.

are you friendly with the birds of sky

Berit.

Look me straight in the eyes.

- Are you the one who had black craftsmen? - Flemming.

I might as well tell you straight.

It was a plumber.

Was it a plumber?

Oh no, Berit. That's the worst.

Do you know what this means?

This means that the entire fridge is ripped from sliced meat.

I know, but what should I do?

What pleasure do one have of a hot tub

if you can't get rid of the water.

Flemming.

Can you feel something in the air?

- Something invisible? - Yes.

It's strange. It smells like something from the province.

I suddenly need to do something spontaneous and different.

Come on. Shouldn't we just skip breakfast and go out

and do something for some other people, huh? Oh, Flemming.

I suddenly feel so warm inside.

- Warm? - Yes.

Do you also have tickles in the throat and throbbing pain in the temple,

and the flickering in the eyes? Hope it's not a virus.

No, it is now soon such an inexplicable feeling

of some joy of life and harmony.

Well, my God, it doesn't matter what it's called. As long as it passes.

What does someone like that know about Christmas?

Such a bunch of amateurs.

Oh, I don't know what's happening with me today.

I just feel like so sorrowless

and light hearted and so...

- Cocky? - Yes, enormously, then...

And emotionally involved?

You can guarantee I know it.

But is that even realistic, Berit? Can you manage it?

- Isn't it over in some dilemma? - I don't know.

I just know that everything just suddenly stands in such a golden...

Radiant glow?

It's always like that, right before you get divorced.

And then you stand there with a lot of fried twists that don't get eaten.

I know the ride.

No, Berit, open your eyes.

After all, you know what happens when you let your emotions run amok.

What happens then? It simply happens that...

- The sleeves gets too long. - No, that is.

You could have told me that.

Oh, Ruth.

I suddenly think it all looks so black.

It's not just the craftsmen and the underwear.

It is also the future and coffee.