Christmas

[epilogue]

Odin’s Beard! I wanna spend Christmas with Anders!

No kidding!

That's how you motherfucking Christmas!

[tommy]

Odin’s Beard! I wanna spend Christmas with Anders!

No kidding!

That's how you motherfucking Christmas!

Let's do it! Set 3 extra spots at the table, Anders.

[Monkey_Driven]

I hope his spare bedroom can fit us all.

[tommy]

He's a polite guy, I'm sure he'll offer me his bedroom

[Anders]

My mother has a big house in my home town, 8 bedrooms. But we’re celebrating in Oslo this year, and my mother is coming to visit. So won’t be a lot of room left.

[dad]

save me some porridge, please.

[tommy]

My mother has a big house in my home town, 8 bedrooms. But we’re celebrating in Oslo this year, and my mother is coming to visit. So won’t be a lot of room left.

So which of us are invited?

[Anders]

save me some porridge, please.

Not a problem.

[Anders]

My mother has a big house in my home town, 8 bedrooms. But we’re celebrating in Oslo this year, and my mother is coming to visit. So won’t be a lot of room left.

So which of us are invited?

I wish I could invite all of you.

[Jorge]

Sure. What’s Xmas food in your neck of the woods?

Argentinian Christmas food is straight-up trash, I hate it

Love most everything else about this country, but that's one of my least-favorite aspects of it. And one of the reasons I almost never spend Christmas here...

[tree_]

odin's pubes!

[Anders]

Sure. What’s Xmas food in your neck of the woods?

Argentinian Christmas food is straight-up trash, I hate it

Love most everything else about this country, but that's one of my least-favorite aspects of it. And one of the reasons I almost never spend Christmas here...

Where do you eat good Christmas food, and what is it?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Anders]

You should make it.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Anders]

Nice.

[epilogue]

yeah i think i'll try it this year. My kid is old enough that she can help me make it.

[Bammer]

Sure. What’s Xmas food in your neck of the woods?

Argentinian Christmas food is straight-up trash, I hate it

Love most everything else about this country, but that's one of my least-favorite aspects of it. And one of the reasons I almost never spend Christmas here...

Is it a lot of offal or what?

[spike]

Sure. What’s Xmas food in your neck of the woods?

Argentinian Christmas food is straight-up trash, I hate it

Love most everything else about this country, but that's one of my least-favorite aspects of it. And one of the reasons I almost never spend Christmas here...

Is it a lot of offal or what?

Yes he he already stated it’s awful.

[Jorge]

They have this thing that is a sweet pastry stuffed with tuna and slathered in mayonnaise. It is nasty