Chrismate
The little kiosk on the next block is still open. They didn’t carry any double cream. I went with condensed milk for my eggnog instead, in my drink app referred to as “healthy”. With half a bottle of bourbon in it? Ah well.
Meatballs, both traditional and those with chili and ginger has been made from scratch. As has mumma. Musically rounded off with some homemade Swedish cumbia music performed live at the dinner table as an alternative to the traditional dram songs.
Now some are playing chess on the floor. The result of an earlier gift exchange. Others are typing on keyboards.
The wooden floor is hard and the night still young in Berlin.
Happy Christmas.
