Greetings yet again, from Sweden.  Although it is Christmas day, the Christmas festivities are through and we are snacking on left overs, playing with new toys, chewing new candy.  Terriffic. 

Presents leaked across all open carpet space and flooded the entire living room as the tree stood  looking smaller than before.  Christmas had brought expected and unexpected surprises to each one of us.  A new furry vest or a fashionable bag.  The Rogers kindly included me and bought me some Swedish trinkets, small enough to fit in my bag home.  It was beyond what I had expected, but the Christmas cheer is indeed quite contagious to whoemever sits by the tree, so the foreigner along with great grandma were included.  

Snow fell through the morning enough to blanket our surroundings.  We children ( I spent a semester convincing myself I am nearly an adult, but on Christmas I opened gits earliest and sat at the kid table) woke as the sun was rising and quietly opened stockings as the parents slept and prepared the porridge.  It was a scene Dickens would have been proud of and lavished with sentimental adjectives.  I am so glad to be here and the Rogers have included me so graciously.  

We watched the Christmas favorite 'Mamma Mia'  at night and it felt right to watch it in Sweden.  They were proud of the Abba hits and told me lots of trivia about Abba and Swedish celebrities.  I was the only one who couldn't sing along.  

It is unusual to be at a different house during Christmas, but it does not feel very strange, because nothing is normal right now.  New things are ocurring all the time and it is a great experience.