As promised, here comes the story about Christmas in Whistler – the Danish way!
On the 24th – yay,that’s Christmas for us…not the 23th, not the 25th, no the 24th – Christmas eve’s day (that’s what we call it) came to town! And finally my Christmas mood decided to show up. I started out by enjoying the fact that I had a white Christmas for the first time in many, many years, and went skiing – skiing, not snowboarding – with Simon and Jakob, some of the Danish guys. Ohhh, what a sight! 
After some preeeeeetty steezy(!) rides we downloaded to their house in the woods. Here my Christmas mood really got a boost of dimensions. The house is occupied by 8 Danish guys and girls and they had done a great job with the Christmas decorations. As we got there the place was empty, so we went out to play in the snow and found a lovely Christmas tree – no Christmas without a tree! We got “home” and had a nice time eating Danish candy and just chilling while the house started smelling a lot like Christmas, as the guys (quite impressed by their cooking skills) started preparing the Christmas dinner. As I was not going to spend the evening there, I left in the afternoon and went to the Village to meet up with some of my friends from UBC for a couple of Christmas beers. “Merry Christmas – have a good one!” And I was off to Danskerhusene (Danish houses) in Creekside – Two houses with 14 people living in each. Danish every one of them! They had prepared a huge traditional Christmas dinner with duck, potatoes, brown potatoes, red cabbage, gravy, and ris a la mande for dessert. Sweet, I tell you! I was only 2 hours late – yes,yes…just to keep it the Elin way – blame it on the snow, the tourists and a blocked Highway 99 :/
We all ate in the one house and as dinner was over we went to the
other house to open presents, dance around the tree and party the night away – And so we did!!
On the 25th I woke up on a couch in Danskerhuset – lovely! The house was still full of people and looked like there had been a war going on, so Jakob and Emma from the woods (the other side of Whislter, actually) and I went to eat breakfast at the diner, and for some reason we ended up in the Village, where we began to drink again! Something about tradition and that we usually have Christmas Lunch on the 25th…I think! People started joining us as they came down from the mountain and to make a long story short we went to bed at three o’clock…in the morning! After a visit to the skatepark, a lot of nachos, a falling favourite Nisse (Danish little Christmas guy), and a “never give up” spirit!
I’m not gonna lie to ya…I was beached on the 26th!!
