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 Christmas month is well under way.

Wonder if the whole country at the current time -

are starting to feel the grave anticipation as Christmas is approaching?

Isn't there Christmas shows, X-mas decorations, and Xmas preparations

as far as the eye can see?

No, oddly enough, there is nothing to see,

not even a little Christmas heart in a window shop.

- It can only mean that - Christmas has vanished.

And if it is to be found again, there is only one place to look.

Inside the history of Denmark itself.

From the Stone Age when Christmas was invented.

Well yes, or at least the wheel.

To the Bronze Age, where they sacrificed to the gods.

When you could otherwise be allowed to get to it.

But still there is a long way to go, or forward, until the Christmas we know today.

And will Freja last that long?

Christmas remains even as the years pass

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

December 5th "Mead Mulled Wine."

- Strange. There is nothing to see. She seems completely massive still. - Massive?

- I think she's nice. Almost beautiful. - Thanks. That was sweetly said.

- But what was it that I was still massive? - Nothing really.

We were just thinking if you feel good.

- Exactly, if you feel in good fixed shape. - Yes, of course.

- Why shouldn't I do that? - No, not for anything.

Yes, it is probably best that you get to know the truth.

- Come along here and sit down. - Is it that serious?

You look at me as if I were a ghost.

No, you are not. Not yet at least.

Come on, Miss. Brahe.

- More on the other side. - Careful, careful, not so fast.

It's good that I'm with.

- It is very, very, very heavy, this one, Bertramsen. - I'm aware.

Watch my toes. We put it here. Slowly, slowly.

I need to have my fingers out. Go there then.

Calm, careful. And not down over my feet.

- There. - The mighty creator!

- Was it really necessary to drag it all the way in here? - The rules, Miss Brahe, the rules.

- You know, it's forbidden working with the books in the archive. - The books, yes.

But stones at several tons.

Yes, that was the books of that time. And rules are rules.

And this stone, and not least what is written on it, is extremely important for our investigation.

No, I wonder. I doubt they even were celebrating...

What was it now it was called? Christmas. Christmas, back then.

Yes, maybe not.

But all that concerns our history is important to us.

- Remember, it's all connected. - Except me.

I can hardly hang together.

Then sit down comfortable while studying calories here. Let's see. Strangely.

Nah, that was funny.

What is it that is funny?

It's the wrong stone we've dragged in here.

Time! May I just get it again?

- So you say I'm not alive? - Yes, both is and isn't.

- You come from inside a book. - That's what you say.

And that's why you're only alive as long as someone reads in your book.

That is, the book where there is something written about you.

The book we don't know which one, it is.

- Well, there is no one reading in it right now, is there? - No, and yes.

When we pixies read books, we alive the person in them.

And as long as we are with such a person, it's almost as if we're reading the book.

Would it say, you are reading me?

Yep, like an open book.

Well, then there's no problem.

Go ahead and read as long as you like.

The problem is that the effect is short-lived.

If the person does not come back in their book again in time, then...

- What then? - Yes, then...

I don't know what to say.

Say it as it is. Then I disappear.

- Like the robe and the belt yesterday. - Something in that direction, I'm afraid of.

Then that was why you looked so strangely at me?

When does it happen? Usually you start fading after 24 hours.

A day? Well, I've long since been here a day.

Exactly! And as far as I can see, -

you haven't faded by the least.

- And that's what is the most strange. - And the luckiest.

- Then it can happen at any time. - No!

Why should it happen to you at all?

I mean, you're not at all... yet. Right?

If you don't mind, then I'd like to be a little alone.

Of course. I have something I need to fix.

Don't you have something to fix too, Pyrus?

Nah, what would that be? Well, yes!

There's not the thing I don't just have to fix.

who am I? where do I come from?

and where do I belong?

who has thought of me? Who controls that game?

am I free or farmer?

do I decide for myself what I want?

who am I? Where do I come from?

and where am I going to?

will I ever become someone again?

is there nobody missing a girl, who misses a friend?

I can be the duchy, noble and fine

I can be a beggar woman,

I can be a laughing stock,

I can be a grocery daughter,

I can be a word,

written by a young novelist, I don't remember a thing

who am I? Where do I come from?

and what does it end up with?

where do I have at home? Where is that place?

is it beautiful, or is it ugly?

is it nice, are there war or peace? Who am I? Who are we?

who decides what time we live in? Who am I? Who is who?

who can show me how I find home?

I can be a princess, robber or thief.

I can be baroness, I can be a lie.

I can be a goddess,

I can go in ring,

I can be hard to find, I remember nothing

who am I? Who am I?

... what, amongst others, appears by studies -

of the sun chariot, found in Trundholm bog.

Look, now it all falls into place. After my guess, these sacrificial parties, -

or 'blot,' as they were called back then, is the beginning to these...

- This... - Oh, you mean, that one...

- The Christmas! - ... Christmas, there it was.

It's fun how we suddenly...

- Bertramsen, Bertramsen, look! - Where?

- There... everywhere! - But I can't see anything.

No, exactly! It's gone... all that... the hanged up stuff, I put up.

- What is it called? - The decoration?

- The decorations! - The Christmas decorations!

The Christmas decorations, that's right.

It's all gone. Isn't it like we keep getting harder and harder, remembering... um...

- ... Christmas! - But that's dreadful.

If we're the last ones, who can even remember the word... -

and we then start to forget too, it would be a disaster!

We really have to do something about that!

I'll write it down clearly on this piece of paper, very clearly.

Really evident, and then we'll hang it up on the cupboard!

And if we should happen to forget the word,

then it's written right here on the cupboard.

Bertramsen, you're a genius! Think if we went and forgot...

Uh... Oh no, look there!

Look at what?

Are these books too?

A kind of, yes. Viking books, and the letters there are called 'runes.'

- Well then, are you ready? - Where are we going this time?

About year 900, but be cautious, the Vikings can be some wild beasts!

- Let me carry the word. - Yes, yes, I won't make a peep.

Good, then grab hold.

Anorium, stellarium, quizzido, calorius,

axelleratus, deciliradus, bum!

Are those the vikings?

- They look very peaceful. - Yes, at the moment.