December 25th, 188x. Falun.
Once upon a time – of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Day – Odnar walked down the street pushing a cart. He listened to the people in the street go up and down the pavement stones chatting merrily.
“A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!” cried a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Odnar’s young nephew.
“Tiny Tor!!” said Odnar, “Good come help me with the cart”
This nephew of Odnars’s, he was all in a glow; his face was ruddy and handsome; his eyes sparkled, and his smile broad.
“Christmas is here, uncle!” said Odnar’s nephew. “Will cousin Tenk be joining us?”
“Indeed” said Odnar. “Merry Christmas! Tenk is joining us and … Miss Maggie.” His eyes twinkled.
“Wonderful” returned the nephew merrily. “Did you get the wreaths and the Nog… and the Yule cheese?”
Odnar having been caught in a daydream, said “Yes!”
“This will be the best Christmas!” said the nephew.