Weihnachtszeit / christmas time

(English version follows below)

Die Weihnachtszeit kommt mir dieses Jahr ungeheuer kurz vor. Vielleicht liegt es daran, dass der Herbst so besonders lange und schön war, sodass man im November noch gar nicht das Gefühl hatte, mit den Weihnachtswichteleien anfangen zu wollen. Nun versuchen wir, alles unter einen Hut zu kriegen. Das Kekse backen zum Beispiel. Ich backe und backe und backe, und trotzdem sind die Keksdosen ständig leer. Mir scheint, wir haben dieses Jahr nicht nur eine, sondern mindestens zwei Weihnachtsmäuse.

Der Nikolaus wurde letzte Nacht von den Kindern sehnsüchtig erwartet. Abends gab es kurz Verunsicherung, als sie erfuhren, dass nur brave Kinder etwas kriegen (man sah es förmlich rattern in ihren Köpfen), aber die Zuversicht siegte. Das erste Mal wurde nachts um 3 Uhr nachgefragt, ob schon morgen sei. Danach ging es gefühlt im Stundentakt so weiter.

Ich hatte in diesem Jahr doppelt Spaß am Nikolaus, weil ich für die Nikolaussocken im Waldkindergarten zuständig war. Deswegen durfte ich den Schlüssel vom Bauwagen nehmen und die aufgehängte Sockengirlande bestücken. Hat Spaß gemacht, und ich mag es, mal in Ruhe das Spielgebiet der Kinder zu erkunden (normal warten wir Eltern ja beim Parkplatz und kommen gar nicht in die Gegend vom Bauwagen). Jetzt warten also neben Schokolade, Nüssen und Mandarinen auch zehn kleine Stiftmonster darauf, morgen aus den Socken zu kommen.

Is it only me, or does the christmas time seems unusually short this year? Maybe it’s due to the long and lovely autumn, so my christmas preparations didn’t start until the first of Decemeber (simply because it didn’t feel like it). Now I am desperately trying to get things done, like baking and crafting with the kids, but somehow we never manage to finish stuff. We have baked so many cookies by now, and yet the cookie jars are almost empty….it’s like tilting at windmills this year.

Today, we celebrate St. Nicholas Day in Germany and the kids were eagerly waiting for the night. In Germany, it’s not Santa Clause who’s coming at night to fill the socks, but it is St. Nicholas who fills the shoes or socks at night. Just the clean ones, though. The kids were slightly worried yesterday evening when they found out that only the nice kids get presents, not the naughty ones. You could see  the panic in their eyes while they were trying to remember how they’d behaved all day. But after some long thoughts they decided that they could be confident to get at least a little bit of sweets from St. Nicholas. The little one woke up at 3am, asking whether it’s already time  to get up. That was only the first time….

I myself had the pleasure of helping St. Nicholas twice this year as I was responsible for a little surprise at the forest kindergarden as well. So I was entrusted with the key to the trailer, and I had a fun time filling all the different socks. I really like to walk around the site with the trailer and to see how they decorated the inside of the trailer with firs and stars and candles – normally, the parents don’t see a lot of the playing area of the forest kindergarden, as we pick the children up at the parking area and not at the trailer. Now, chocolate, clementines, nuts and ten little pen monsters are waiting to be discovred tomorrow 🙂

About erdhummel

Familial entropy - that's an insight into our current life which has been fundamentally changed last summer when our daughter was born. Having studied in Cottbus, Germany, and worked/studied in Edinburgh, Scotland, we momentarily live in a small town in Switzerland where Karsten is trying to save the environment and Freddie is trying to save our sanity. Since there is not much time for elaborate, long emails while doing that, we thought a blog might be a good option to smuggle ourselves into the lifes of our friends.
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