Yesterday Gunnar was in the attic, bumping down 12 boxes of old and worn Christmas decorations.
The calendar made by my Mom, my brother and me back in 1956, it's so fragile, I don't dare to iron it. Mom let us choose patterns from an old embroidery book. The lilac rabbit was my brother's idea. He loved all kinds of animals with a rare passion. It was added to the calendar with x stitches under my wild protests. Now I have an especial weak spot for exact that little rabbit.
In the small pockets little bits of fudge or chocolate were carefully wrapped and stuck in. We were to open one every other day. I always got the even numbers, since my birthday is an even number in December.
Serina had the calender all to her self for 19 years.
Now she's got the replica my Mom made for me in 1969, my first advent away from home.
I made her 12 parcels and 12 words of wisdom to go in the first 12 pockets.
Then, if God will, she'll be home for Christmas vacation.
It is a good thing for young and old to return to their birthplaces, "their city of David".
This song about The Star of Bethlehem was about the first song I tried to teach my class, as a teacher's substitute, age 18.