Then again I could start a pair of socks and forget the rest and knit... But now that there isn't any last minute knitting there are lots of other last minute things in the kitchen and around the house that I might have planned differently if only I had some knitting... So it is panic no matter what... And I really rather be fiercely knitting than baking and cleaning. The progress on the shawl is minimal.
Tomorrow morning we'll have warm rice pudding with almonds for breakfast. It is customary to put one almond into the pudding so that the person receiving it gets married the next year. Because of one unhappy Christmas Eve morning many years back when Sonja at five was determined to get married to the other five year old and was certain she would be the lucky one with the almond and not the three year old sister next to her who didn't have a clue what was going on I have since put many almonds into the pudding, so that everyone gets many. I might have spoiled a tradition here...But it is Sonja's birthday and I want to make sure it is not the lack of almonds if she is not being proposed the coming year.
Then we go to the sauna. Christmas sauna is a must in Finland. You don't question it - ever. We go to sauna in the morning before we leave the house to take candles to graveyard, other families might go there later but they will. Later on there is dinner and then the Santa Claus arrives. Well, we used to have him visit when the girls still believed in the story...
Santa Claus comes in the evening, knocks on the door and comes inside to pass on the gifts. There are different places from where you can order this guy but we had got to the point where Sonja knew this was a fairy tale, Nadja was not quite sure what to think but Daniela believed in the story with heart and soul. No doubts, none... We knew this fairy tale was going to come to an end sooner than later and suspected the other two would reveal the secret. So Mika and I decided that this year Mika would play Santa's role, put on the gear and perform. He has the gear because he has been playing this in the neighborhood.
So he goes out pretending that he has important errands outside, two of the girls giggle, they know... But the third one keeps staring out of the window wondering where is Santa... Finally the knock on the door, and in he comes. All three know instantly that this Santa is their own father. But they decide to play with him. For a while anyway... then Daniela gets deep wrinkles onto her forehead, and she comes to me quite annoyed and whispers : I wish Daddy would stop fooling around and go so that the REAL Santa could come...
The kitchen is calling. If I had planned differently I might be knitting now in panic... Like these doll clothes many many many years back.
One more night to Christmas.
One more night to knitting.