Mom’s gesture at 7 am this morning through the kitchen window said it all. A smile and a gentle tap to her forehead with her index finger. You guys are lunatics. But we’d like to maintain that there’s no better way to start a Christmas morning than with an early run, in some places shuffling through ankle-deep and untouched snow, down Järkholmsvägen that passes by the sea. In an hour, it will be time to sing in Christmas with my old choir, Gothenburg’s Boys Choir, in Kristus Konungens Church. And then, the holidays will have really started. Merry Christmas!