" It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas..."
Somehow it doesn't feel like Christmas is less than a week away. Well, a week for the English Christmas and six days for the European one. Strange how traditions vary around such important dates. At least a Christmas Eve shortens the sweet torture of having to wait to open those conspicuous presents under the tree. Imagine having to sleep yet another night?
Bob as a child had to wait a further night for the presents to ' appear ' and to this day he tells me anecdotes of how he and his brother had to make sure to leave a quart of beer along with a plate of cookies for Father Christmas. Fair enough when one considers temperatures of over 35 degrees for a typical Southern Hemisphere Christmas.
Our village has draped itself in Christmas cheer and lighting which of course we only get to see at night when the lights are flashing their message to all who pass. A few have out or rather overdone themselves but then again, the children love it.
Saturday was the first Glühwein affair in Eisenberg but as the invite was extremely cryptic, we decided to rather go to the one on Christmas Eve at our local fire-house. Walking distance makes it perfect for us. The one last Saturday had been at Schoaga Treff, which both of us couldn't quite translate and were secretly pleased to stay at home as it was bitterly cold outside.
The next few days might be quite hectic for most but also rather peaceful. A lot of grownup children are coming home for the holidays and after the rat-race lifestyle life in Vienna or Graz, a few days of Eisenberg should be just what the doctor ordered.
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