As I was out and about yesterday, I saw a Christmas tree being pushed down the street in a baby stroller. Another one was being carried on the subway and I saw dozens being carried on shoulders down the streets. As I passed a man selling trees at Mariatorget, he invited me into his pine forest. It smelled lovely.
Two little girls were singing Frosty the Snowman – in Swedish – as loud as they could while their Mom pulled their little brother on a sled down the sidewalk. In my courtyard, two little girls made a snowman and tiny igloos. A man behind me on busy Götgatan was whistling Winter Wonderland. As another man came from another direction, he started whistling it too as he passed by. It was a Winter Wonderland. So it was perfect.
The subway was packed every time I was on it. And every time, I saw younger women offer old men their seats. Very sweet. And when I fell down on the stairs, a woman immediately asked me if I was OK. Young and old are wearing Santa hats. Holiday music is being played in Swedish and English everywhere I go. I was wished God Jul, Merry Christmas and Feliz Navidad by shopkeepers. And it is still snowing this morning.
Christmas cheer is everywhere.
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