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.

There are now only two weeks until Christmas Eve.

That night everyone anticipate with excitement and joy.

But there is none of the wishlists yet.

And no parents goes to the stores and look for gifts.

For gifts is not yet something that belongs to Christmas.

Just like pixie hats are still just something for pixies.

Whom Freya is, she still doesn't know.

And who was Sweyn?

And who was Canute?

And who was who?

And what is who?

And who is what? And where is Valdemar?

Christmas remains even as the years pass

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

December 10th "Dannebrog."

Christmas this year

Christmas this year, an all time Christmas.

I have never tasted like of sweet porridge.

What did you put in it?

Nothing. Just a little milk and some rice as we usually do.

- Right, Guttenborg? - Rice?

It is a grain type from the foreign countries.

It had not yet emerged in Denmark at your time, Majesty.

It's a shame. After all, it tastes delicious.

But now we're at it.

This is not my age at all if I have understood it right.

Exactly. Seen with our eyes you're a historical figure.

An important historical person if it can please you.

I thank you.

- But now it's not easy to understand. - No, I know that well.

And then they know at least who they are and where they come from.

Well then.

You may not be from here either, beautiful maiden.

No.

Maybe we come from the same age. Who knows?

Nah, if I had seen you before, I would be able to remember you.

- Such a beauty is not forgotten so easily. - Oh, the king is far too nice.

On the contrary.

If I were a poet, I would write of you as you deserve.

But I'm a simple man with simple words.

But did you sit each day at my table.

Every morning would be pretty like the sun will be beautiful.

Bravo, their Majesty.

You are a poet after all.

Well, when you just have the right source of inspiration.

Well, it could be that Valdemar wanted to look around a bit in the archive.

Why, however, look around when the eyes long ago have found rest?

Well, their Majesty should really go with.

They will surely find it exciting.

And find a whole lot of exciting things to tell your wife.

Upsy!

Good, good.

But I will carry your picture with me where I go.

Why carry around on with that? It's too cumbersome.

- Are we gone? - Oh.

Good morning, Bertramsen. I met the mailman on the way.

There's a letter from the Royal House.

- The Royal House? Oh no! - Oh? Why oh no?

Then I guess they thought of Christmas again.

Yes, isn't that magnificent? And you know what?

Christmas stuff has started showing up in the streets, too.

Here you go. And that's all thanks to you, Bertramsen.

Well, how can I be able to submit a report on Christmas?

So far we have not reached at all.

Oh, didn't I think so.

They ask when the report will come.

Well, but we don't have to deliver it all at once.

We can just make do with sending it in bites.

They say something.

I could send it in sections, which then attaches to the different ages.

Yes, and now they have to see what I have brought that can inspire them.

It's here.

Well, what do you say, Valde?

You've never seen such a thing before, huh?

Uh, no.

I can only see some red and white.

Some red and white?

There.

Then there is both Christmas and the Royal House and everything.

Well, we haven't even found Dannebrog yet.

Oh. Well, no.

Uhm, well you know what?

Then we just hang it over here instead. Now you'll see.

There and that.

And then we can constantly see what we are looking for.

There you go. Christmas in red-white colors.

Well, it's Dannebrog's flag. See.

- Which flag? - The red and white over there.

It's Denmark's flag.

May I be free? It has never been the flag of Denmark.

For real, Valde. Now, get a grip.

Dannebrog has always... Well, no.

It might not be yet.

Should I not know my own flag?

Of course, Valde. Relax.

Want to see where they are hiding the rice?

There. Then we just have to hope it will stay there.

And now comes the best.

Home-baked cookies.

So what do they say, Bertramsen? Isn't it just Christmas?

They taste just as good as those my mother baked.

I could imagine. It's my grandmother's recipe.

Isn't it just Christmas?

They really understood how to bake back then, right?

in the old days, the roast pork tasted more salty

in the old days, the roast duck smelled more like bird

and the tree was a little greener

and the star was a little prettier

and the snow dropped down and put herb and bush into hiding

in the old days, a pixie hat was more red

in the old days, a small piece of fried twist was both big and crispy

and the hearts were rounder, and the prunes were healthier

and there was like more rice in our rice porridge

nowadays you get Christmas crunch that are wrapped in plastic,

and a duck served from a microwave, our porridge is imported, our pork is vaccinated,

and my Christmas tree has grown in a greenhouse far from the forest

if I remember correctly, Christmas wasn't nearly as hollow

in the good old days, there was Christmas more Christmas

in the old days, people would go on visits and got mead mulled wine

and warm honey hearts cost nothing per piece

and the ovens were running, and horses in front of the carriages

and whomever came as a guest got Christmas cakes and Christmas brew

in the old days, the chimney were cozy and warm

and there were always lights lit in every window sill

and even though they were worn out, no one were particularly stressed

on the street there was like more congestion, than alarm

nowadays there is a rush and shoving

in an over crowded, super-efficient, well-located department store

you are being rushed, everything is overly checked

from the sausage to the overstimulating music that encourages purchase

if I remember correctly, Christmas wasn't nearly as hollow

in the good old days, there was Christmas more Christmas.

- Yes... - Say AAaaa.

- Aaaaa. - What about the church, the priest's sermon,

hymn song, from the choir, which roars?

Unfortunately, it doesn't tell me anything.

Just try to follow my finger with the eyes.

Then there are the flea markets, -

stalls with fruits and vegetables, fish and meat, tools and spices.

- Does that seem familiar? - Not either, I'm afraid of.

There's not much left inside the little head, huh?

No... Yes, last night I dreamed of a doll.

Interesting. Breathe deeply.

- Do you remember what the doll was wearing? - Yes, I can.

It wore a dress, similar to mine.

Red with bowties.

Well, it doesn't tell us that much.

Did you say red?

With bowties.

And then bands on the edge.

Well, that's not the one you are wearing now.

- No, that's my petticoat. - Petticoat, of course.

Continue, my girls. So your real dress is red.

What fabric is it made of?

Of... Of...

- Well, I can't remember it. - No matter, it wasn't that easy either.

Later we can look at some pictures of different dresses.

- Maybe you see one like it. - Yes.

- Am I done now? - Just in a moment.

We're just missing the reflexes.

Just a small blow below the knee.

Hey there. Here we come right at the opportune time.

- What, does he torture you, Freya? - Torture?

May I be here?

I submit Freya to a careful health examination.

And I can comfort you with that she doesn't seem to fade right away.

Awesome. Yes, otherwise you could just dare.

Fade?

How should this heavenly beauty ever could fade?

Well, you could take a look at yourself, Valde.

Myself?

By the mild creator! What does this mean?

That means we have to say goodbye.

- Your own time calls, Majesty. - I see.

It's a shame. What about the beautiful maiden?

Do you want to go with me to Vordingborg?

Thank you very much, their Majesty, but I think I will be where I am... for now.

Yes, yes then. Queen Sofie probably wouldn't like it.

Yes, but then let me get off.

I also miss my son Canute.

Canute? Oh, Canute, the Great!

The big, no. He is still quite little.

Yes, of course.

- But when he becomes king? - If he becomes king.

- Now let's see. - Don't they decide for themselves?