I did enjoy christmas one (1) year.
The day before, I was wandering about, not wanting to go home, dreading what the next day would be like there, when I met a boy from school who said come back and listen to some records. So we did, in his tiny room, until very late, until he said stop here if you want. Yes I want. No naughtyness took place, not that I would have said no, probs due to lack of alcohol, which in that town, was a biological necessary. The great thing was, next morning, his parents never even questioned who I was or what I was doing in their house, just insisted that I stay for christmas dinner with them. So for one day I found out what it was like to be in a non dysfunctional family. Unforgetable. Such wonderful people.
Christmas became special to me after making friends with people of different faiths and different traditions.
In 2018 I was fascinated by the Story of the Yule Lads of Iceland - a PBS Special hosted by Icelandic poet, Jóhannes úr Kötlum.







