The Calendar

This calendar used to belong to me when I was younger. The morning on 1. December was always magical. To wake up and see all the tiny parcels hanging on it just filled me and my sister with joy. In December we behaved extra well so Santa wouldn't bring us old and ugly potatoes instead of something nice.
Now I´m hoping Úlfur will do the same..... go to bed on time and stay in it all night.... and eat his food.... and get dressed on time and so on.

H