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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 Christms 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.

Hi Berit.

Hi, Flemming.

Today I fill up for everything.

Is that right?

- Couldn't you just hand me the butter? - No.

Flemming, when it's Christmas, you shouldn't just have and have.

You must also be able to give.

You become a bigger person by giving.

You also become that from eating butter.

Flemming, I've had a dream.

I imagined how we can feel safe

and good and warm together again.

Flemming, I want some thermal clothes.

Do you want some thermal clothing?

Yes, for when the two of us have to splash down the mountain together, hand in hand.

We could just ask my mother to knit some mittens.

Savra vivre, Flemming.

How often do I have to say it?

After all, we can't step up into Val d'Is re with that type of crawl.

Well, then we could just go somewhere else.

What about Val Dis-count?

Take it easy, Berit.

Maybe a good offer will drop from the sky.

Boo!

I was just in the neighborhood, and then I thought

I would bring them the happy news.

Try looking here. 10 bottles for only DKK 80.

And it is excellent if it is only for guests.

Don't worry. I also have something for them.

See here. An ugly one. From the public sector.

What can it be? Let go.

- It must be a late bill? - Bingo!

Shut up!

How it'll be Christmas!

Calm down, Berit. We must not get carried away.

Are you nutty! Bummelum, I say!

Do you say bummelum?

Some cucumbers.

Are you really? My, my.

"BECOME A MILLIONAIRE THE 12TH OF DECEMBER."

God.

Thank you, Flemming.

Now I want to go to work.

I want that too.

I'm just so worried about this one.

I think I'll put it there, then I might forget it.

Flemming, do you remember what we learned as children?

That when everything looked bleakest, there was always one last place to find solace.

Well, my God, Berit.

The pink club closed several years ago.

Flemming, I'm talking about the book of books.

How much does it say?

It says only 38,5. But you know what, Flemming?

Money is not everything.

Isn't it?

No, fortunately, there is also something called rubbersex.

Now there is just such a small thing like the evening shifts,

there I'm completely off.

But what is one to do with all those supplements?

And you know, the chief of medicine, him Ditlev,

who just has his big baby hairy hands all over the place.

It is absolutely un... It's fully unbearable.

Well, it's one thing you get rich from overworking.

Do you know what you become too? You get sought after.

Do you really?

Miss Berit.

I have a little thing for them.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

How you are... old.

Yes, and life wise.

I hope they will use it.

It's the ash tray.

Oh, thank you little Andersen.

Just say HC.

Miss Berit.

When I have to leave soon.

Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah...

Do they think I'm going to the right place?

I'm sure they do.

I doubt it.

Last time there I ended up in a

wildly foreign apartment in Bronshigh.

Oh yes, it can miss.

Well, it does give 432. Try to see for yourself.