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... 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.

Finally.

At long last.

And yet, astonishingly suddenly, the big day has arrived.

That day that both young and old have been waiting for

and looking forward to in excitement

and happy jubilation for 24 long days.

Of course, there is still much to be achieved.

Things to examine.

And the nervousness is starting to show little by little.

But then you can always make the last Christmas visits,

put out the last treats,

and get the last decorations in place.

The day is full of surprises.

Both good and bad.

That's how Christmas is.

At once predictable and unpredictable.

But no one really knows Christmas until Christmas is over.

Christmas remains even as the years pass

December 24th. "Merry...?"

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

Christmas this year, an all-time Christmas.

Alas yes...

Alas yes. Alas yes.

Pyrus? Pyrus!

It's morning.

Oh, poor boy.

Pyrus? It's morning. We need to get up.

No... What's this?

Pyrus... is he gone now, too?

It also gets worse and worse.

Take it easy, Guttenborg.

- I'm over here. - Ah!

- Have you slept there? - Yes.

Apart from the fact that I haven't slept at all.

Thank God!

I thought you...

I feared that...

That I had faded away.

Evaporated. Vanished.

Like Poor Freya.

That's not how I want to say it.

Certainly not. But that's what you mean.

And that is what has happened.

She has disappeared. She is gone forever.

Now eternity is rather long, little Pyrus.

- And you should never say never. - Now stop, Guttenborg.

You know as well as I do that we will never see her again.

But the bed still smells of her.

But it will probably disappear soon too.

Now I'll make a good, solid morning porridge.

And then we probably will look at things a little brighter.

I don't want to look at the bright side of anything.

Have you forgotten what a night, it is tonight?

Yes, I have. And by the way, I am also deafeningly indifferent.

- But you can't just keep lying there? - Do you want to bet?

I just want to sleep this stupid day and night away.

I don't want to be woken up again.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad!

- Wha... - Good morning, dear father.

It's morning.

Today is the 24th of December,

and your industrious daughter has been to the bakery to pick up breakfast.

My daughter? Then, it's not something I've dreamed?

No, that is the incredible, apparent truth.

I even checked it at the national register.

It is good enough. Yes, except that my mother

never was married to a Birger Bertramsen.

- Not so? - No.

Isn't that strange?

Yes, it is...

On the other hand, she has been married

to a certain Mr. Bertram Birkeballe.

Is this something you know something about?

No, no.

I guess it's me.

Yessir, Mr. Birkeballe.

And why is Mr. Birkeballe now suddenly called Bertramsen?

Yes, because... That...

- Back then, when your mother left me. - Nah, stop just a half...

Are you also absolutely sure that it was her, who left?

Yes, sure and sure. After all, it has been quite a few years.

Yes, exactly.

And according to my mother's old diary,

then her husband, the father of her child, Mr. Bertram Birkeballe

one morning went down and picked up Danishes.

Danishes, that was his great vice.

But this morning, he just didn't come back.

She never saw him again.

Do you understand that...

- I can explain it all. - It is not necessary.

In fact, I prefer to be free.

I just think you should know that I know. Okay?

Yes, yes. Then, you're not angry with me?

Angry? I got my dad yesterday.

Don't you think it's a little early to be angry with him today?

Well, I'll put the water over for coffee.

Now come up. We must hurry. We have a long day ahead of us.

Hardly got into the family before she starts to hound me.

Pyrus, come on.

The porridge has not done anything.

- I'm not hungry, Guttenborg. - What nonsense!

If the moon fell from the sky, you still would be hungry.

Come now! At least you're not helping Freya by laying dying of starvation.

A little bit then.

If it hadn't been for the insane book sake,

if I hadn't tampered with it back then, all this wouldn't have happened.

No, but on the other hand, you would never had met Freya either, right?

She came forward with the same opportunity, didn't she?

Yes.

Hey.

You say something.

Pyrus, what is it you want?

Well, if it worked then, it may well work once again.

No, no, no, Pyrus, you won't, will you?

Pyrus, remember Christmas!

Well, who can think about Christmas when Freya is gone?

Now what did I say? What was it I did?

Um, um, think on it, Pyrus, think on it.

Um... samsulusium.

- Pyrus, no. - Samsurium.

- Let it be. - Rokkety, rokketu,

- Vums! - No!

Stop!

What on earth was that?

It sounded like an explosion or something.

- From inside the archives. - I'll go right out and see what it is.

If you want to in the meantime, um...

- Oh, no. - What is it?

Oh, no.

No, not that again.

Oh, no.

Pyrus, where are you?

Pyrus, have you gotten hurt?

Say something, Pyrus!

I'm here, Guttenborg.

I'm here. I'm fine.

Oh, Pyrus, you little fool.

Now you got to do it again.

I didn't get to, Guttenborg. I did it on purpose.

Deliberately? Well, have you lost your mind?

Not at all. I had to.

Well, don't you understand what it is you've done?

Oh, yes. Help me look.

She must be here somewhere.

Freya! Freya!

Freya, are you here?

Freya!

Poor boy, he's gone crazy in the head.

And what do we do now about Christmas?

What do we do now about Christmas?

It's everything.

Even the crawling pixies.

Not again.

Not again.

The hearts, the flags, it's all just gone.

Well, what's worse are the books, they are full of blank pages.

There is not a sentence, not a word.

Everything has disappeared, and deleted, and wiped away.

Christmas has disappeared again.

Well, I don't get it. How can that happen?

I don't know. Maybe we're going crazy.

Or victims of some kind of magic.

Just a moment. What about the computer?

Maybe there's still something in it.

You say something. It wasn't here the first time.

Come.

Yes, at least it works.

- What should I look up under? - Under Christmas, what else?

Oh yes, of course.

X-M-A-S.

Come on.

Come on.

All that work.

All that toil to no avail.

Well, I did get to hand in my report to the queen.

No one can take that from me.

It's the Reich archives, it's Miss. Brahe.

Pardon?

What do they say?

Just a moment.

It is from Amalienborg.

They would like to know why we have

sent them a whole folder full of blank papers.

Believe me, I not only understand your sadness and your loss.

I share it fully.