
We came home around midnight. Had been served dinner by some friends. One of those strange, Norwegian courses, called "rødsei", red pollack. The fish is not drained from blood, but stored with salt in a barrel for several months. Then watered and cooked.
Very interesting.
So I guessed that would be enough of impressions for the day. Until I heard a big scream from my dear.
Well back home she had seen a figure out in the garden. Moving.
It was good, old Rudolph who had stopped by. Eating from my garden.
Santa had probably given him the day off, since he had been flying around with presents and stuff.
Actually it`s not a big deal seeing a reindeer out in the garden in our town Vadsø, in Arctic Norway.
But we felt it was kind of special at this time, around midnight, in the dark winther, around Christmas.
The animal did not care much about the fuss. Not the screaming from the house, not the flashlight from my camera.
He just kicked in the snow, and ate some more of our grass.
And I think it`s okay. It might bring us some luck...