
Well, well, well. Christmas time is gone for another year. The Christmas market here in Frankfurt is all closed up and packed away for another year. Now the cold and the snow have really set in. Fortunately, we live in a country that does not depend totally on Russian gas (unlike Bulgaria). Therefore, despite cold conflict on the Ukrainian-Russian border, we are still sitting in a nice warm apartment in Frankfurt. But there is ice in the river and snow on the ground. It is really winter – which in my opinion is just fine. But it depends on when you ask me. If you happen to catch me just after a long bike ride to the city, then the answer might be short and not so kind to the idea of wintertime. But I can at least say that the sun has been shining here, and that is wonderful.

Carola and I went for a walk today, and it was nice to get out. The sun never got very high today, but it was for sure warmer than this morning. It was 17 this morning when we woke up. Not so cold, but cold enough when you are riding a bike somewhere.

Christmas time was very nice. We were at Carola’s family’s place in Rosenheim. Nearly all her brothers and sisters were there – so it was a full house. I learned a lot about German Christmas traditions.
I don’t know from where, but it seems that Americans have developed over the years a healthy fear of fire. Perhaps it was the more widespread use of wood for building houses??? In any

event, Germans have a relatively relaxed attitude toward fire, at least compared to Americans. I observed this a number of times.
Christmas trees are generally purchased rather later than they are in America. This makes sense if you are going to light a whole bunch of candles all over your tree. Which is what generally happens. However, as is also the case with other German things (like the Autobahn): if one is going to encourage semi-dangerous practices – then the methodology put in place is top-notch and well-planned so as to minimize the risk. This is clearly the case here. The candle holders are weighted so as to always keep the candles upright. Candles are (most of the time) carefully placed so that no overhanging branches could catch fire. And finally, someone is always there to keep an eye on things. Quite impressive and deeply un-American. But the atmosphere created by the candles in a dark room and with a fully-decorated tree was amazing. I was impressed.

One night before Christmas, we made Feuerzangenbowle (translation: fire-pliers punch?). This is a warm spiced-wine drink. Quite tasty. But the fun does not end there. The next step to is find a bottle of 151 or another equally-potent bottle of rum. One places a sugar cone (like a giant sugar-cube, but it is a cone) on a specially-designed stainless steel holder. Next the rum gets poured over the sugar and lit on fire. The caramel then drips down into the warm wine below. MMMMM. We had one slight hiccup: Walter forgot to read step number 5: don’t pour more rum on the sugar as it is burning. We found out that there is a reason for this direction. When one does this, the flame jumps inside the bottle and suddenly you have a Molotov cocktail/glass blowtorch in your hands. Our rum then had less alcohol. Nevertheless, the Feuerzangenbowle was tasty and it was a very nice evening.
The fire tradition extends into the new year. For new years, we went to party hosted by some of Carola’s friends. It was a nice mix of older and younger people, and a relaxed and fun atmosphere. They work you into the fire-mischief slowly. The first step was a large bowel filled with water. Around the edges of the bowel were taped lots of little strips of paper. Finally, floating in the bowel was a lit candle riding aboard a little walnut ship. The youngest in the room get to start first. They put their hand in the water and swirl it around
so that the centrifugal force pushes the candle out toward the edge of the bowel, where the pieces of paper are waiting to be lit. As soon as the flame gets close enough, one of the papers starts on fire and it is the responsibility of the person who’s turn it is to extinguish the flame. Sometimes they have already had a few glasses of wine and they are not so quick to react. Nevertheless, things seem to work out most of the time. The participant then takes the paper and reads it aloud. It tells a fortune for the new year. It is quite fun. And appropriately fire-intensive.
The next fire activity involved more pieces of paper, time limits, a Christmas tree, and of course candles. So, starting at the last 12 seconds of 2008 I spent my time grabbing a piece of paper, finding a pen, writing down my wish for the new year, rushing to the Christmas tree (which, we all remember, is burning with real candles), and lighting my slip of paper on fire and burning it all up as the ashes fluttered to the floor. Whew. I thought I was done with all this pyrotechnic madness. Not so.
Carola and I ventured out onto the patio to find a home-grown fireworks display. And not just bottle-rockets - but full-scale two-stage mortars that fire up into the sky and explode in brilliant colours. For a moment I turned inside to warm up my cold hands and I find that the Christmas tree has caught fire! Three guys are on their tip-toes intensely blowing out the offending branch that became a little too friendly with a neighbouring candle. I calmly removed my camera from my pocket and took a photo for Cousin Jenna.