Our first Swedish Christmas probably wasn't very Swedish at all - no julmust, glazed ham, or herring salad. Just food plucked from the fridge when we felt like it. On Christmas eve I prepared a simple salmon dish. Leftovers of that for Christmas Day lunch. Spaghetti bolognese for dinner that day, because that's what we felt like. The Bean opened a few presents on Christmas Eve, got distracted with them, opened a couple more the next day. Two new toys, a pair of pyjamas covered in a panda print, a couple of books. I wasn't sure about how the PJs would go down, but in the end he wore them for three days straight and would only answer to "little panda" for a while. Never underestimate the power of the panda PJ.
From New Year's Day onwards the Swedish Winter remembered what it was supposed to be doing, and it's been cold. Frozen sea cold, as we discovered one particularly motivated day.