It looks like I always revert to my Swedish roots, beginning in mid-December.
I guess this is because my mom and dad made Christmas so very special and joyful. Here they are, newly married, wrapping their presents.
In our home, each package had a verse attached to it. The verse had clues to make you guess what was inside. The ribbons, tied around the packages, were secured and stamped with bright red sealing wax. Both my parents were good writers and my dad excelled at these Christmas poems.
I remember the wonderful spirit of Christmas, which was a time of harmony and love, perhaps not always present during the rest of the year. At least not to that extent.
So I like to wander back there in my mind this time of the year.
For the rest of the year I'm pretty much an American.
I hope you will find something to enjoy in my holiday season posts.