Norwegian Christmas Quotes

Motherfucking Christ,” Gerry said to me on that Christmas Day, 1960. “Isn’t it perfectly possible that Nils and his wife are too depressed to have kids? The prospect of having kids depresses the shit out of me, and I’m neither suicidal nor Norwegian!

There was a saying during the war: Those who decide late will always decide right. At Christmas in 1943 we could see that our front was moving backwards, but we had no real idea how bad it was. Anyway, no one could accuse Sindre of changing like a weather-vane. Unlike those at home who sat on their backsides during the war and suddenly rushed to join the Resistance in the last months. We used to call them the “latter-day saints’’. A few of them today swell the ranks of those who make public statements about the Norwegians’ heroic efforts for the right side.

I tended to keep mixing up pairs of words that looked somewhat alike, such as, at first, også and altså, later enda and ennå, våre and være, enke and ekte, vist and visst, skjedde and skjebne, jul (Christmas) and juli (July), nettopp and neppe, and må, mål, måle, mat, måte, måten, måtte. To a Norwegian, these words are miles apart in meaning, perhaps, and it’s laughable to mix them up. But I mix them up because, after all, the first thing you encounter, looking at a page of unfamiliar language, is not the meaning but the appearance of the words, the way they look.

Old Norwegian superstition.” I shrug, then confess. “Or maybe just an old family tradition, but my mom and aunt both swore that if you eat part of the wedding bower, your most secret love wish will come true.