Wherever we travel for Thanksgiving, MTM and I always buy a trinket to remind us of the destination. Sometimes, it’s an actual ornament, but we hang it on the tree regardless.
Of all the Thanksgiving trips we’ve taken, the one to Stockholm in 2010 topped all others for Christmas cheer and holiday spirit. It snowed fat, fluffy flakes every day. The air felt North Pole-ish. Christmas markets inhabited every snowy square and park. Dark windows were lit with paper stars.
Every time I unwrap my God Jul ornament, I remember the brush of the chill on my face. I can see the snowflakes in my hair and feel them melting on my tongue. Songs and sounds come back to me in the air, and I see that Nordic sunlight, blurred like the twinkle of a Christmas bulb on my tree.
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This post is part of the series Roll Out the Holly, about the stories Christmas ornaments can conjure. Click here to read the series from the beginning.