"My totally crazy Christmas"

My totally crazy Christmas in the snow kitchen

ChroniquesDuVasteMonde editor Katja Jührend had to deal with a Christmas Eve while the water was turned off Afternoon tea and cookies, then a nice menu with soup, roast and dumplings, for dessert cheese and espresso: That was my wonderful meal plan for the Christmas Eve 2009. The roast was already in the oven, soup and dumplings I had to cook, but that would be gone fast. At four o'clock in the afternoon, I was on my way to the kitchen to put on some tea, and the doorbell rang. A gentleman from the waterworks stood outside and told me that because of the persistent low temperatures a pipe had burst in our street - one had just had to turn off the water. As Christmas Eve, there will be nothing to do with the repair before the next morning. The Lord wished "Blessed Christmas" and left.



I raced to the tap, turned it on, but there was only a small trickle left. Panic. How could I manage the whole Christmas menu without water? A glance at our soda box showed that we would need these supplies for survival. Cook with it? The purest luxury. My daughter had to go to the bathroom with excitement. Only then I realized: Of course, we had no water in the bathroom. In my mind's eye, Christmas collapsed like a defeated avatar in a computer game. Game over, Christmas over! At that moment, my mother pointed to our balcony: "There," she called, "there!" On the balcony and the balcony table had, as it always snowed, formed a nearly meter-high white cap. We started to remove the snow as if it were gold. Seven pots of snow are needed for a carrot soup. Ten pitchers of snow for a tea. Our menu was saved, only the boring family Christmas TV movie took place this time without us. We swarmed out again in the bitterly cold Christmas night to gather snow for breakfast.



My totally crazy Christmas with imprint

The Norwegian programmer Lars Holdhus, 25, collects sweaters with Christmas motifs

I bought my first Christmas sweater in Berlin five years ago. He was red and very comfortable, three snowmen danced on the front. I bought more. Soon it got around and I got from everywhere as a gift. On the way back from the US, a friend was arrested at customs with several dozen Christmas sweaters: what he wanted to do with it?

For three years, I wore nothing but Christmas sweaters, every day. Many asked me why I do that. Some laughed at me. Most liked it. For me it's all about the stories that the imprint tells. My favorite piece is almost like a book: a complete toboggan scene can be seen, with ski lift and mountain panorama. And on the sleeves are poinsettia flowers.

Currently I have about 130 sweaters and sweaters with Christmas motifs. I rented extra storage space because they took away too much space at my house. I do not try to dress them as often as they will put a lot of strain on them and shrink my collection. Actually, I only wear them on public holidays and on special occasions. This year, I'll probably wear Disney on Christmas Eve. Mickey or Rudolph, the reindeer. I watched Disney movies for years on Christmas. The two things go well together for me. As every year, we all stand around the tree after dinner, dance in circles and sing. My mother has suggested something very special for this time: she wants to photograph us all together in Christmas sweaters, my two sisters, my grandparents, my parents. So if I'm going home this afternoon in mid-December, near Oslo, then I'll wrap up some nice designs.

(Lars Holdhus, 25, is happy when someone gives him his old Christmas sweater, either by mail or with a mulled wine at one of the Christmas markets in Frankfurt, where he currently lives.) Www.christmassweatercollection.com)



My totally crazy Christmas in an Ashram in India

Sandra Basenach, 38, cultural manager from Berlin, was looking for peace and relaxation - and found worms Last year I wanted to celebrate Christmas in a place that nobody knows me about. My relationship was broken, and I lost my job too. Christmas Eve spend as always with my mother under the tree? That did not work, I just wanted to get away. So I finally came up with the idea to travel to India and visit an ashram. I have never traveled alone and never in India. So I had no idea what to expect there. The only thing I knew was that doing yoga well. I imagined life in the ashram as it is described in the book "Eat Pray Love": calm, peaceful and liberating.The first thing I saw was two pink skyscrapers jutting into the middle of the tropical jungle.

I had to wait in various queues to sign up, get linen, and take the lift to the 11th floor to my quadruple room. For me to embrace Amma, the religious leader, I had to draw a number. I knew she was known. But it was not until I saw the masses of pilgrims - it was about 10,000 people - that I really realized that I would spend the Christmas holidays with a spiritual pop star. But one day I found it: the place of silence and contemplation in the ashram. Seva, the selfless service that every visitor has to complete every day. On the 24th of December, I gave my best in the midday heat to the compost heap in the garden. I trickled dark, moist, moist soil through my fingers to read out worms for their next batch of work. An almost meditative moment, worm for worm.

My totally crazy Christmas with great love

Presenter Karen Webb, 40, met her friend at midnight massAlthough I am a believer, I rarely go to church. I've never been to Midnight Mass before. No idea why I made an exception on Christmas Eve 18 years ago. Maybe it was destiny. A friend asked who wanted to come - and I said yes. It was pretty crowded in the Lorenzkirche in Nuremberg, we only managed to get some standing room at the back. The view was also blocked because crowded people stood everywhere. Christian was standing next to me. I found him immediately interesting, with his blue eyes around which he already had a few smile lines, and his blond hair. We have been whispering the whole time and heard little of the service.

The whole rest of Christmas, I thought then of the man in the church. Because I knew that he works for Radio Charivari, a few nights later I searched for his program "Herzflimmern", which he moderated at the time. He played romantic music, and in between called people to get rid of love greetings. But I did not dare to call myself. We met shortly thereafter, again by chance: at a trade fair where I modeled, he moderated. In the evening we both had to go back to Nuremberg - and he took me in his white golf. The next evening I was allowed to ride again, and on the third evening we went together to the Italian. A few weeks later I moved to him. Meanwhile we have two children.

My totally crazy Christmas with gifts-Klau

ChroniquesDuVasteMonde editor Stefanie Luxat tries to see a slump positive When my colleague asked me if I could write down our burglary story, I said, "Gladly!" When she said, "Would only be good if that could sound kinda positive, you know, people tend to read something nice at Christmas.", I thought: "?!" But since I occasionally torment myself over yoga mats, have ever read a book about Buddhism and my life motto is roughly: "From every shit something beautiful," I can tell: The burglars who on Christmas Day two years ago our Abusing the flat as a self-service store and using my husband's large sports bag as a shopping basket, my relatively cheap Marc Jacobs perfume recognized it as valuable, but was too stupid to take my pig-handbag from the same designer. It was also good that the gentlemen came to us on the second day of Christmas, while we dipped breadballs into cheese fondue with my parents-in-law. Had they already felt this wish on the 23rd of December, all the presents we wanted to give away would have been gone.

Although, maybe they would at least have left behind our laptops and jewelry? No, yuck, it's all about the positives: the neighbors, who I rang out of bed at night in shock after our return, have been very good friends ever since. They helped us find a key service that had time between two other burglaries. The nice man from the emergency service built even at his home one of his own locks, all the others he had already used up for previous burglaries. And hey, thanks to our case, the police later had something exciting to tell at the station. The officials rushed enthusiastically four in our bedroom, when they heard that there was both levered and drilled on the balcony door - apparently a rarity! And we? Thanks to the break-in, we became a bit more wannabe Buddhists. Talked to each other that it was good not to own so much. Mary and Joseph had almost nothing, and the Dalai Lama has only one outfit. Maybe we just wanted to distract us from our new sports bag, in which our remaining belongings were and we pulled the rest of the Christmas time behind us everywhere. Just as Santa Claus presents. Just like the burglars ours.

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