Santa Claus is coming to town

I love Santa Claus. And I’m not just saying that to get great presents, really. (Although, hope you remember that, Santa, if it helps). I love the tradition, and now that I’m the one who’s spending his Christmas Eve thinking about Santa Claus plans, making phone calls to friends to see if anyone would be ready to don the red suit and get inside the character, I actually like it even more.

My Santa is not the one that gets in through the chimney in the night. My Santa is the one who walks in to see if there are any nice children in the house, and then leaves his big sack of presents to us.

Although, it’s not that straightforward. It’s almost never been that straightforward.

Hartikainen.

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Another year over

It’s almost Xmas, which must mean that it’s time for Risto’s 3rd annual Best Of The Year list. This year, there are three categories: True Stories, Hockey, and Random, and each day between now and the tenth day from today, I will post links to a Top 10 story in each category.

Starting now. Nuuummbbeeeerr ten:

1. True Stories
» Razzle dazzle this

2. Hockey
» Purple pain

3. Random
» Summer nights in the middle of the winter

Each title is a link to the story. Enjoy.

10.

No chicken

Every year, Son, Daughter, and I take the ferry over to Finland about a month before Xmas. We go see the grandparents, and other family, and spread a little advance Xmas cheer. Each year, we drive up to Dad’s, and we go to hockey games.

A few weeks ago, we made our 4th Annual Road Trip to Finland, and we saw two games, one of them a road trip inside our Road Trip, as we drove 150 kilometers to catch a Finnish league game in Kuopio. And not only that, but we watched it from a luxury suite.

That means one thing: Real food.

Male bonding.

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