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.

Nothing looks more quiet and peaceful than our old esteemed Reich archive. Seen from the outside.

Who could know that a drama is going on here?

A drama that concerns us all.

Or at least our all's Christmas.

Otherwise, Pyrus was just learning how to find around in the archive.

Just as Ms. Brahe, even though her time wasn't too good.

But Pyrus is now a pixie. Even a young pixie.

And young pixies do now make accidents, once in a while.

It even happens that they do accidents twice in between.

But how do you read books that has nothing written in?

And who is the young girl who suddenly appeared? Guttenborg doesn't know.

Pyrus doesn't know it either.

And the girl herself doesn't know at all.

Christmas remains even as the years pass

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

4th of December "Freja"

Are you absolutely sure?

Don't have the slightest idea of what you're called?

I've been thinking and thinking.

But it's like there's a big empty hole in my brain.

- I know that well. - Yes. Yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

After all, there is no doubt that you have fallen out of one of the books. But which one?

Do you remember something about the place where you live?

- I remember a house. - A house? Excellent. What kind of house?

- Not any kind. Just a house. - Yes, of course.

But is it a big house, or is it a small house?

- I don't know. It's all so unclear. - Just calm down.

Now relax and see to get something to eat.

It will probably show up soon.

Yes, until then you are welcome to stay here as long as you want.

- Right, Gutenborg? - Yes, of course.

I would rather not be any trouble.

Neither are you.

- It is only cozy we are more. - Many thanks, you're all sweet.

- She can't stay here. Do you understand? - Why not?

She doesn't harm anyone.

Yes, she harms herself.

Have you already forgotten what happened to King Valdemar's hunting dog? You saw it yourself.

- You mean she wush, wush? - Namely.

If we can't figure out where she lives, then she starts just as quietly fade away.

And in the end, she will be gone for time and eternity.

I haven't thought about that. Mega problem.

- What are you talking about? - Nothing.

We... How are you?

- I mean, do you feel a little pale or such a little faded? - Nah.

In fact, I feel very well.

Except for that with the head. I think I've got a dent.

Maybe it will help with a poultice.

- I just think I'll pick up some rice. - Rice?

I didn't think we had any rice.

Yes, when the truth comes to light, Bertram has a little in the closet.

But I wanted to save that for a festive occasion.

Breakfast is a festive occasion. Let's pick it up.

- I pick it up and you stay here and take care of our guest. - Okay.

What... should we cut a Christmas heart together?

A what kind of heart?

- Bertramsen, Bertramsen, Bertramsen. - Oh, Ms. Brahe, is it them?

They meet early in the office today, huh?

No, I haven't been home at all.

- I fell asleep over the books. - The books?

Say it's a dream. An evil dream. Nah.

Oh, it's a disaster.

Everything about Christmas seems to be swiped away.

Yes, it's some worse stuff.

Could it be that someone is having a jest with us?

Firstly, it's not fun.

- Secondly, who would it be? - Nah. If only I knew. Do you know what?

I think we'll call the police.

Yes, it could be pretty. Good day. That's the Reich Archives.

I just want to report that Christmas has poofed.

Well no. Maybe not. Do you know what?

Now I run down to the bakery and buy some breakfast bread.

And then we two take us a good, strong cup of coffee.

Then I'm sure we think more clearly.

- I think clearly. Crystally, I'm done. Fired. Thrown out. - Oh, as if.

I'm back in a moment.

What kind of mess up is this?

Yes, you must say that.

Pyrus, Pyrus, what did you do though?

Bertramsen, Bertramsen, Bertramsen!

Well, it was certainly fast, Ms. Brahe.

- Well, I haven't been down at the bakery at all. - Oh.

When I got out into the street, God, it's terrible.

- What is terrible? - The street. All the Christmas decorations are gone.

Listen, little Ms. Brahe...

Do they not think we have worse problems than a bit of Christmas decorations?

Don't you understand at all.

It was there yesterday and now it is gone. Also in the stores.

There is no trace of Christmas.

Otherwise, the stores usually do it...

Exactly, and now there's nothing. It's all gone.

- What is it that's going on? - I don't know.

I also don't know how it went about.

But it can only mean one thing.

That Christmas has disappeared, vanished.

- Christmas is simply gone for good. - No, Gutenborg.

Now you must have eaten mushroom porridge.

- Christmas can't just disappear like that. - Who is him, Christmas?

- Christmas is not any 'him.' Christmas is... Christmas, right? - Christmas is a feast. A party. An old tradition.

- Well, but then it's not so important? - Important? Christmas is just overly-hyper-important.

Do you understand, Christmas is something quite special.

That's the most special thing we have.

Christmas is buildable, relaxing and cozy

Christmas is simply a mega hit

Christmas is comfortable, so peaceful and nice

Christmas, you can't have too often

- Christmas is a bright spot in the cold, dark time. - Christmas is the coolest

especially when it's white

Christmas is occupying, confused and promising

Christmas is a bag full of sweets

Christmas is enriching, breathtaking, liberating

Christmas lasts long, lasts only for a moment

- Christmas is something so... - Christmas is like

Christmas is... It's a little hard to explain but...

Christmas is when you have to...

Christmas is when you can...

Christmas is simply Christmas

- Christmas is a strawberry ice cream. - a Christmas tree

a piggy-bank

Christmas is for everyone, Christmas is a Christmas song

- a gift book - ... and cling clang of a clock

Christmas is rice porridge and pork rinds

Christmas is a time when you can do what you want

You can read good books

you can play a game

- Christmas is chocolate milk - a reclining chair

- A racing sleigh - Christmas is friendly and nice

- Christmas is the wildest - the calmest and mildest, Christmas is...

- Christmas is the coolest - the most beautiful we have

Christmas is the most beautiful, the whitest, the greenest, Christmas is the right thing, the most important thing we have.

It doesn't sound worst, that Christmas.

But it has been lost?

How can that happen?

Yes, it seems that our friend Pyrus has spelled it out of the history.

Well, it wasn't on purpose.

No, I believe that.

But the question is how we now get Christmas back again.

Well, can't we just do spell once again?

Don't you think we've spelled enough?

Nah, here there's more needed than simple magic.

- Magic? - Yes.

Not only has Christmas disappeared out of our books and our documents.

It has also disappeared from our history.

It's never been there.

It has never been adopted. It has never existed.

Well, that sounds completely incredible.

Yeah, isn't it, that's why I call it wizardy, or voodoo. Or black magic, what do I know.

Yes, I must say that.

Yesterday they didn't even believe in pixies and now?

I soon don't know what I can believe in.

I have lost things before. My pen. Eraser.

Yes, I once lost a folder with King Hansel. But Christmas.

And then just the Christmas of everything.

- Sure it was cozy, but we must learn to live without. - Without Christmas?

Well, we can't!

Well, what will life be without Christmas?

And what about the report to the royal house?

My God, they forgot all about it, at the same time as Christmas.

It is almost unbearable. No Christmas gifts. No Christmas trees.

- And nothing Knight's Cross for them. - The Knight's Cross?

I had forgotten that. We have to do something.

- We have to and must have Christmas back. - Yes, would be my pleasure. But how?

If nothing else, we must...

- We must try to rediscover it. - Rediscover it? How so?

We have to go around exploring the Christmas development in history.

Everything we can find about Christmas across time.

And we must have written that into at the right place in the books.