So as you already know, in Sweden we celebrate everything on the Eve of things . So Christmas Eve is the actual celebration of Christmas. Christmas day is the hangover day;)
So moving along with the pictures … blah blah blah The annual Christmas dinner at my sister’s 
Mamma’s Greek Christmas sweets (only the Greeks like them)
Mamma and I
The women of my family and I
My crazy Swedish Family and I (blurry I know :( ... no time to set the camera)
Santa an I.
like every year (same spot)
Santa’s beard this year was something like a spider would throw up …
We opened the presents for 3\4 hours (like every year).
Later in the night we eat gröt (rice pudding)
We make it totally sugarless so if one wants sugar they put in their plate. I don’t. I just put cinnamon.It's good for the stomach after all this food booze and coffee :)
And a little meditating.
Then we played some games.
And last, our annual puzzle :D
Until 02:00
Then I took my legs when to the bus stop and waited 10 minutes for the night buss in -12° C (10.39° Fahrenheit) IT did not feel that cold and I was only wearing my dress and my coat. No layers at all like I usually do. My coat is bloody damn warm though ;)
This is the only picture I took of the outside. It’s from my sister’s living room looking at the neighbor’s :D
It looks like it’s made of sugar!
Like every winter
:D
Ah well … that was Christmas White and pretty!
(And sad ... without father)
