Last week I berated my uncle for eating mince pies before December.
I blame this scrooge-like tendency on my parents who refuse to buy a Christmas tree more than five days before Christmas and are pulling down the decorations on 1st January (although mum continues to exhibit Duguid-tendencies by buying all presents in September).
I stand before you today (I know this is the internet – use your imagination) a reformed woman.
IT IS SNOWING!! And I am playing Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra Christmas songs in the office. On 24th November!!! With still just over a month until Christmas.
![Danish Christmassy wonderfulness](http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v649/138/79/1349131675/n1349131675_152370_6210.jpg)
Well this weekend truly got me into the Christmas spirit, when I found myself on Saturday driving through the snow with three friends to a Danish Christmas Market in the forest to the south of Brussels.
![This Danish cheese is not bad...](http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v649/138/79/1349131675/n1349131675_152363_9773.jpg)
Apart from discovering that the Danes consume a lot of herring and schnapps over Christmas (we were more than happy to join in the Schnapps-drinking!), I also was infected with the Christmas spirit and now can’t stop myself whistling “Hark the Herald Angels sing” while walking down the street…
![Hark the herald... (Rasmus tries to pretend he doesnt know these crazy carol singers)](http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v649/138/79/1349131675/n1349131675_152387_4399.jpg)